Mommy.... It's my favorite name

After work my husband and I try to recap and we will be talking about daily events, occasionally one of us will say “oh did you hear ‘so-an-so’ passed away?” The other day we were all in the car and we were talking about the little boy who was left in the car and had died because of the heat.   Jacob is now immediately interested in what we are talking about. “What, mommy?”, “Who died?” “Can I see?” “Tell me about it?” I don’t know if it is just me but this is a subject that I find difficult to explain to him;   Mainly because in some instances I too find it difficult to wrap my head around.   You hope that everyone will live a long life and pass away peacefully in their beds, while this is still difficult for the family that will miss that loved one, it is easier to understand. When a little kid passes away Jake always asks “Why? They weren’t old?” This question alone, not only breaks my heart for the parents who are suffering the loss their baby, but to all the children who that

Saturday for the second time in my life I packed up an entire Rubbermaid container full of 12-month little boy clothes.   I folded and placed all the little pajamas, and outfits away for storage.   One day I will sell them along with the five other totes that are full of my little boys previous smaller sized wardrobes…(or use them again)….who knows?   But for now they are packed in this container and ready to go to my parents where I store all the tiny clothes for safe keeping. This morning I had gotten Jimmy out of his crib and was changing his clothes for school, Jake came in as he usually does to excitedly greet Jimmy for the new day.   They give their hugs and kisses and Jimmy smiles and repeats “Jakey! Jakey! Hi Jakey!” and Jake will reply back with “I missed you Jimmy; I haven’t seen you for a long time!” All so very sweet. Today as we walked out of Jimmy’s room to get loaded up in the car Jake asked me “Mommy, what are you doing with all of Jimmy’s clothes?” For anyone

Yesterday morning was a beautiful day and started out fantastically. The boys and I were on time, for the first time in weeks.   So as I was driving I cranked my music and rolled down the windows to enjoy the perfect day. When my little Jake told me the music I was listening to sounded awful….Now his daddy often times doesn’t like my music, but seriously I thought I had a little more time with my fun pop radio hits before I was totally shut down by boys! When we got to school one of his little classmates who always runs to give me hugs and say hi in the morning came running like he always has, “Yay, Angie is here!” but this day he sweetly patted my tummy and exclaimed “and she having a baby!” I am not offended by this as I have 3 year old myself and the stuff that comes out of his mouth is mind-blowing. I took it with a grain a salt, however when I turned to give my Jake a kiss and this little boy lifted up my skirt “looking for the baby to come out” I got slightly more embarr

When my sisters and I were growing up we got to run and bike through the streets of our neighborhood. We would play outside and meet up with the other neighborhood kids and play from sun up, until sun down.   All of our parents would call one to another to check in on us and I think each trusted we were in good care no matter what house.   That said, it didn’t matter which house, if one of us was acting up it was any parent that was allowed to discipline. We were all good kids but I can remember the two times that I said a bad word and my friend’s dad yelled at me. I remember my mom telling one of my sisters’ friends to “knock off the whining.” When this happened I didn’t run home to tell my mom that “Leah’s dad” yelled at me. I was too busy praying to God that she didn’t find out that he HAD to yell at me, because what I was doing was not behavior she would have approved of either. My Sisters and I all knew if someone else had to reprimand us for our behavior, not only were we