I've seen a few FB posts recently regarding grandparents and their lack of engaging in playtime with their grandkids. Here are my thoughts on the subject as it pertains to my children:  I won't ever expect you to "play" with my kids. Even if you are their grandparent, their uncle, their aunt, their neighbor. If you found freedom in what you just read, good! Please don't ever feel obligated to plop down on the floor and build cities out of legos with them or make a pretend cake in their kitchen. Don't feel like you must go on a bear hunt in the backyard or that you need to imagine that their jungle gym is a zoo and they are the monkeys and you are the zookeeper. Some adults love to pretend with kids. Most don't. And, that's okay! Feel free to say, "no thank you. But I sure do enjoy watching you!" I don't like to pretend.  The Husband doesn't like to.  We do imagine with them occasionally, but it's usually to get...

I said I would write every weekend, and I haven't followed through.  I was supposed to be using my social-media free time (hahahahahahahaha, I have three kids, so free time is a fun phrase that I don't use often) to write. And I haven't been doing that. Instead, I've been taking care of kids and The Husband and this house.  We finally finished their room upstairs (except for odds and ends that need finishing touches), and they've been sleeping up there.  It's been awesome! They LOVE it, and I love that they love it. ~~~~~~ A local little girl who's Jack's age lost her battle with leukemia this weekend. The news of her death was all over Facebook, and it was so, so sad.  My kids were being crazy and whiny and acting like, well like little children, and I was lamenting having to deal with all of that.  And then I read of her death, and I regretted every harsh thing I had said to them that day. I vowed to spend last night and today praying over th...