Aladdin micro

See this kid? The one with the chubby cheeks dressed as Aladdin? We went together to see the new live-action version in the theatre the other day. He didn’t wear his costume though, because, you see, this boy is 17 now.

When my son was little, Aladdin was his absolute favorite. My talented mother-in-law sewed him a costume, complete with a little red hat, and he wore it EVERYWHERE, dragging his magic carpet and Abu behind him.

Every car ride he would beg me to play “One Jump” over and over, so he could practice the rapidly paced words. He drove us all crazy with his incessant singing day and night…and I remember wishing for the Aladdin phase to pass, because that song was CONSTANTLY stuck in my head.

Be careful what you wish for.

Because it seems I blinked, and suddenly found myself watching a different version of Aladdin, with a different version of this boy. A boy who towers over me now. A boy with stubble on his formerly chubby cheeks. A boy with a deep voice, who is too self-conscious to ever sing out loud to me today.

And as we sat in the darkened theatre and “One Jump” came on, I snuck glances over at my son, leaving for college in just one short year, and struggled to hold back tears. I’m not sure how we got here, he and I, to this stage of life, so quickly.

And the same me that wished the Aladdin phase would pass, now wished that I could go back in time for even a single day, and hear that little voice singing to me again.

Parenting little kids is tough. I’m finding letting go of big kids is tougher.

So to the parents of young ones…give them an extra snuggle today. And to the parents struggling with the next chapter…just know you are not alone.

This boy of mine may not hold my hand any longer, but no matter how big he gets, he will always, always, hold my heart. ❤️

Mother’s Day Mayhem

My three kids on Mother’s Day: “Mom, you go relax. We’ll do everything. We’ve got it covered.”

Narrator: But they didn’t have it covered. They didn’t have it covered at all…


Yes, friends, they poured LIQUID dish soap in the dishwasher and flooded my kitchen. And if you look closely, you’ll also notice they loaded the forks and KNIVES upside down. Umm…who raised you people and are ya trying to kill me?

Never a dull moment in the life of a mom. Which, honestly, is kind of what I love about it…giant soapy mess and all. ❤️

It’s Not What You Think

Crane Fly

I’m telling you, it’s not what you think. Let me explain. My youngest daughter recently went on an “outdoor education” field trip with her class. Upon her return, I found these drawings in her backpack.

ME: “So…umm…you made these on your field trip?”

HER: “Yeah, we had to draw what we saw in nature.”

ME: “Oh. Huh. Soooo you saw….”

HER: “A crane fly! The first one I drew didn’t look that much like a crane fly but the second one really does, don’t you think?”

ME: “Yes! YES, it DOES! That’s EXACTLY what it looks like!”

Parenting. One small heart attack at at time.


Those Are Not My Real Boobs


Those are not my real boobs. Let me explain. It was the first day of kindergarten for my youngest child and I arrived at the classroom to pick her up at the end of the day. All of the children were running up to their parents proudly displaying their new drawings of flowers, hearts and animals.

My daughter thrust her picture into my face, beaming, “It’s you and me!”

I looked down at the picture. Of boobs. Really, really big boobs. Yes, MY little artist didn’t draw hearts or flowers…she drew an EXTREMELY inaccurate depiction of her mommy for all the world to see.

“Wow!” I said. “Just…wow!”

Laughing to myself during the drive home, I was imagining the teacher probably thought Dolly Parton was coming to pick up this child. I bet she was a little surprised when it was just me and my B-cups that strolled through the classroom door that afternoon.

I love this drawing because it is a reminder of how our children can view us so differently than we view ourselves. Look at me here…my boobs are perky, my hair is thick and bouncy, I have a perfect, tiny nose, and my smile is bright.

I mean, really, I’ve never looked better. And if that’s how my daughter chooses to see me, I will treasure it forever.  🙂

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The Story of Herman Wiener MacDonald


Why is there a gigantic bear in the back seat of my car? Because it’s hard when your kids grow up. Let me explain…

Four years ago, our family relocated from suburban Southern California to a small, rural island in the Pacific Northwest. Since moving here, we’ve done a family outing to Costco one Saturday a month, an off-island excursion that is fairly exciting for these parts.

The five of us pile into the car, and we talk, tease, fight about what music to play, and generally annoy each other during the 45 minute drive. But it’s actually just nice having all of us together in one little space when we spend so much of our week going in different directions.

We have a pretty precise system. First, we spend like $8.00 to feed all of us lunch at the food court, the best deal in town. Then we hit up every sample table like all the other Costco crazies, waiting in line to get 3 pieces of popcorn in a paper cup, a quarter of a piece of toast, or a shot size swig of juice.

Today, we needed to make a Costco run for the first time since our oldest child left for college. So now there were only two kids in our back seat that had always been filled with three. And it felt a little empty.

So we did what any logical people would do. We bought a 5 foot tall teddy bear at Costco, buckled him into our college daughter’s seat and texted her a photo of her replacement.

Well, that’s not exactly true. My 15-year-old son has been wanting to buy his little sister that bear for months. And I kept saying, “We have no room for a giant bear. No.No. And no.”

But today that ridiculous giant stuffy was on sale for TWENTY-FIVE BUCKS. And if there’s one thing I can’t say no to, it’s a crazy deal at Costco. Even a 5 foot tall deal that will take up half my daughter’s room.

So the kids are happy. I got a deal. The car is full again. It worked out. Let me introduce you to Herman Wiener MacDonald. My 9-year-old named him. Don’t ask.