Light of my Life

Me: How old will you be on your next birthday?

Carrie: Four years old!

Me: Four years old?!?! How did you get to be such a big girl???

Carrie: Well, first I turned one, then I turned two, and next I turned three, and on my next birthday I’ll turn four!


Me: Logan, can you spell “fuchsia”?

Logan: Umm… P-U-R-P-L-E.

I know I’ve probably raved about Handwriting Without Tears enough already, but I’m going to rave some more.

I love HWT!!!

Here is Logan’s spelling test from this morning.


Amazing, no? Not so much the perfect spelling – my gosh, these words are way too easy for him – but the way his awareness of the lines has improved. And he has a proper sense of small, tall, and descending letters (something HWT emphasizes). And it’s all so tidy.

Did I mention I love HWT? ūüôā

Me: They’re twins, but one was born before midnight, and one was born after, so they have different birthdays. Isn’t that funny?

Logan: That sounds like a twin glitch!

Carrie’s bedtime prayer tonight: Dear God, please help me to be good, and then I will become a princess! Also I would like to be a pie maker and a ninja. Amen!

Today Logan had a dentist appointment. He was a little nervous, but not nearly as scared as I was. He doesn’t remember his last visit to the dentist.

But I do. And I did not want¬†a repeat. Let me just say that there was screaming and vomit involved. (And he got upset too!)¬†And we were both¬†so traumatized that I took him home and didn’t¬†take him back. For three years. Yes, I’m a terrible mother.

But recently, he complained that his front teeth were hurting him. I thought maybe we weren’t brushing and flossing well enough, so we ramped up the oral hygiene. When that didn’t help, I swallowed my fear and scheduled him an appontment. Today was the day.

One thing I love about our pediatric dentistry practice is that they have no problem with parents¬†staying with their children through the entire visit. I’ve heard horror stories of places where parents are told they are not allowed to accompany their children. At our place, they do encourage parents to let their kids go alone, and I understand that most kids do just fine, but considering what we’d been through last time, and considering Logan’s unique circumstances and personality, I knew I needed to be there to be his advocate.

I was right to go with him. I made sure everything went smoothly – that he wasn’t forced to do the bitewing x-ray (pure torture for someone with oral sensory defensiveness) and he was allowed to spit into a cup rather than using the “spit sucker.” But all in all, I am so proud of how he acted. He was braver than I am¬†when I go to¬†the dentist. The pain turned out to be due to his two loose teeth – I didn’t even realize!¬†He didn’t have any cavities, and the dentist said his oral hygiene looks fantastic. I couldn’t help but be a little proud to hear that – it means I am doing a good job too!

But the best part came at the end, when they gave him his certificate of bravery. There was a coupon attached for a free kid’s meal at Chick Fil A. When the hygienist told him he’d get a free lunch, he said, “Oh, that’s good, because we’re low on money.”

I turned six shades of red and made a mental note: from now on, watch very carefully what I say in front of him!!!

Once upon a time, there was a cute, sweet little pepper. It was so cute and small and adorable that when the brown thumb gardener saw it smiling on its little branch in¬†its little pot in an aisle at Lowe’s, she couldn’t help but to take it home. The gardener promised herself that this time, things would be different. She’d nurse and care for this plant until the pepper was ready to be picked and … uh … eaten. (She didn’t tell the pepper about that part.)

At first, things seemed to be going well. The pepper was as small as a marble, but it¬†loved its Miracle Gro soil, its bright, warm sunshine, and its cool, clear water. Soon it began to grow.¬†The gardener checked on it daily and was thrilled to watch it thrive. The pepper looked forward to the gardener’s visits each day.

After a while, the changes in the little pepper’s growth became less noticeable. The brown thumb gardener became a bit bored with gardening, and she didn’t check on the little pepper so often. Then the gardener and her husband started to build a giant playground for their little gardeners. The giant playground blocked most of the little pepper’s sunlight.

The little pepper felt sad and a little miffed. She wasn’t sure why the brown thumb gardener was ignoring her, or why she didn’t feel so strong and healthy anymore. One day she noticed that the stalk on which she was perched was sagging a little. Before long, the little pepper was resting on the ground – just a bit.

The pepper sighed and thought, “Well, at least this bit of ground is cool. It is SO very hot out here, and it seems I never get any water to refresh me anymore.” So she rested on the ground.

The little pepper did her best to continue to grow. She drew up as much energy from her little stalk as she could. But there wasn’t much energy to be had. And after a while, she noticed that the part of her that touched the ground was a bit mushy. She tried to ignore it, but the mushy spot grew and spread. The pepper figured she’d mention it to the gardener on her next visit. She resolved to wait patiently.

Many weeks passed before the gardener came to visit again. The little pepper tried to perk up and look her best, but it was no use. She could see the gardener’s look of disgust at the sight of her rotted flesh. Before the little pepper knew what was happening, the gardener snapped her off the stalk and tossed her in the trash.

The End.


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I'm Erin, a 32-year-old homeschooling mother of three, doing my best to raise my children in the Catholic faith... (more)



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