Author: Cindy

Rusty was very sick on his third birthday.  Kevin and I took him and Tommy to the doctor that morning and as he was completely limp, draped across his dad’s lap, in a small, sad voice, Rusty told the doctor, “It’s my berfday.”  She immediately took pity on him. The day started out fairly okay.  […]

Today I took the van to the car wash.  As it went through the vacuuming and cleaning process, Rusty, Tommy, and I hung out in the lobby watching.  First we watched cars get clean and then we hung out near the great big parrot that the car wash has for a pet.  His name is […]

Last night it was Billy’s turn to say family prayers.  Just before he prayed that Kevin and I would die and go to heaven (we try to think positively about that one), Billy said, “Please bless me to have a birthday so that on Rusty’s next birthday, he won’t be the same age as me.” […]

After we had loaded all the kids into the car and made sure everyone was seatbelted, including Kevin and myself, Rusty started making a fuss.  Kevin was in the driver’s seat and I guess Rusty thought it was his turn because he boldly declared over and over, “Poppy!  I drive!  No back seat!  I drive!  […]

We’ve had one snowy day this winter.  One.  It is a good thing our state motto was changed from “Greatest Snow on Earth” to “Life … Elevated” because this year just has not been up to snuff. Fortunately, our snow day was on a day when we could actually go out and play.  A Saturday.  […]