Posts by Erin

CONFESSIONS OF A DRESSING ROOM MOM

CONFESSIONS OF A DRESSING ROOM MOM

By on Dec 19, 2015 in Family | 3 comments

Tulle everywhere, giggles, laughter, cookie crumbs, coloring books, anticipation and excitement. Last night was the dress rehearsal for the Nutcracker. The very first performance Lexi is in. I think this will be one of many…and Eliza to follow. There I was in the dressing room silently starting a prayer over these 22 sweet littles, (ANGELS, FLOWERS, SNOWFLAKES) for...

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HOLDING HANDS?

By on Dec 16, 2015 in Family | 2 comments

The hustle and serious bustle of holiday season has swept me away this morning. There is a picture of a dog; bug-eyed, reindeer antlers strapped to her head, crazed, eye twitching. The caption reads something like, “I am NOT stressed. I GOT this.” That is truly what I feel this morning. I ran my very first 5K this weekend. Being able to accomplish a goal and simply...

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BEST VACATION YET

By on Nov 13, 2015 in Family | 2 comments

Disney vacations take TONS of planning. I found blogs and websites advising about everything Disney. Parking, hours, best days of the year to go, rated rides, rated restaurants, what to pack, what not to pack, what to buy there, how to save while you’re there (impossible), having a wedding there? We planned lunches, dinners, mid morning breakfast with characters,...

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SINGING vs SIGNING

By on Oct 20, 2015 in Family | 4 comments

My reason for going to church was totally self centered and self-rewarding. We returned the night before from a weeklong family vacation. Sunday was spent with the girls attempting to do laundry, restocking the house with food, nagging of unfinished homework assignments, bathing two stinky dogs and getting back on a nap schedule. The evening service sounded like...

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AN EXTRA FRY?

By on Oct 8, 2015 in Family | 4 comments

“Mom, can I have a French fry?” “No, we’ll be home in a minute. The two in the backseat will scream like banshees if they see you eating a fry.” “Well, Pop pop always gets an extra fry so we can eat them on the way home.” “What?” “Yep, every time we go to Chic Filet, we get an extra fry.” “An extra fry? Who is this Pop pop?” Pop pop is physically my father. His hair...

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