A year ago, I wrote about Joshua’s picky eating habits. I’m (un)happy to report that in a year and then some, nothing has changed. Mealtimes in Casa de NSJM are kind of…well…I hate them. At Joshua’s three-year check-up in April, the doctor asked us about his diet. I mentioned that he doesn’t eat a variety…
i love my son
The Enormity of Love
I’m sitting outside my doctor’s office with thoughts of the morning swirling through my head. I find myself wistful. Longing for a do-over. Another chance to just be. It wasn’t a bad morning. In fact, as mornings go it was quite pleasant. Mellow. Quiet. But what if this was our last morning as a family…
Pissed off or pissed on? Doesn’t matter. Both suck.
This has been a week, y’all. A long, busy, tiring week. Three nights of basketball, one night of gifted class, and one night spent frustrated because Joshua decided to “decorate” the couch cushions with an ink pen while I was making Christmas presents. Add in a healthy dose of anxiety over his picky eating and…
Already?
Here’s a smattering of the goings on in our house lately: Shoes. In the middle of the floor. Because that’s where Joshua is when he wants to take them off and that’s where they stay when he DOES take them off. As well as socks. And speaking of shoes, the child has an opinion about…
Second Shift
On a break from someone else’s kitchen, my mama spent some time working in a textile mill. The work wasn’t hard. But it was repetitive. The pay was good and there was no grease. But the hours were long. They were inconvenient hours. Family hours. We missed her four evenings a week. She’d be there…