My young husband and I stood beside our broken down station wagon, each holding an infant up for passers-by to see. We had four-month-old twins. Along with our infant twins, we were traveling with our three little girls, ages five, three, and two, as well. They have to see how desperately we need help. Surely... Continue Reading →
Defeated
The pharmacist rang up the medicine for treating the thrush in my infant daughter's mouth. I stood nervously holding her. I hated this part, but I swallowed my pride and said, "I need to put it on a charge." He looked at me awkwardly, "We don't use charge accounts here. You have to pay with... Continue Reading →
With an E and Two R’s
I can't say, for certain, what I read in the wide hazel eyes of our first-born, Maggie Ann, as she stood just inside the doorway of the hospital room -- curiosity, excitement, fear, a hint of betrayal. It was as if she knew, on some level, that her world had changed. It had. She, alone,... Continue Reading →
Juggling and Struggling
With our second baby on the way, the mister and I decided that this would be a grrrreat time for me to pursue higher education. There was an abundance of aid available, I was told. I wanted, more than anything to go to the University of Mary and major in English. I knew I wanted... Continue Reading →
Snapshot
There truly are moments in time that stand still and stay preserved as snapshots in our minds. I sat in the recliner nursing my infant twins simultaneously in "football hold", just as I had learned it from the books I had read in preparation for mothering these babies. A playpen full of clean clothes sat... Continue Reading →
Love My Messy Life 