I came across a disk from my honeymoon and had to laugh at how different the photos from 7-1/2 years ago are from those taken today. Back then my photos were all about us, where we were, what we were doing - us, us, us. We took them of ourselves or had other people take them for us but we were together...

Consider my morning -- Endorphins popping like Rice Krispies after my brisk 6-mile run, I gulp my cup of water only to realize it's toothpaste backwash courtesy of Dylan, my 5-year old. Happy Monday. So I'm gagging on watermelon-flavored toothpaste considering bigger questions -- Is this just...

Pardon me while I scratch -- Dylan and I just returned from Missouri where the highlight and lowlight was "getting up close and personal with nature." In typical 5-year old fashion, Dylan could not wait to hike in the woods and throw rocks in the river on my folks' farm. So my mom and I...

So today I turn 39 -- standing oh-so-close to the point of questionable return -- the big 4-0! Actually, 40 is probably the new 30, and the number of years I've tallied doesn't bother me one bit. What baffles me though is w hen did this aging stuff happen? In my heart, I consider myself a DVD...

Over the weekend, we pried open little Dylan's eyes to the great works of Claude Monet, Vincent van Gogh and Henri de Toulouse-Lautrec, to name a few. Saturday was "Day in the District" in Fort Worth, which means no museum admission fee in the area's Cultural District. Free means THRONGS...

My refrigerator is leaning, weighed down with so many masterpieces 5-year old Dylan has created. This is not a problem, because it is socially OK that the fridge and your child's room are a museum to unidentifiable crafts. Creations that fall under the "Could you please tell me about this?"...

Sometimes Dylan takes the cake... or quite honestly just give him the icing. Give him a cupcake and he only wants frosting. He'll leave that cake behind. Show up at Chick-Fil-A and wants JUST A BUN with NO chicken. If he's living large, he puts ketchup on his otherwise naked bun. He is probably...

Dylan started "junior kindergarten" yesterday. I am happy to report we have blasted right into school, and I don't think there's any looking back. I think this kid is a bit of a politician at heart. He wasn't shaking hands, but he was cheerfully greeting other students as we waited...

Dylan starts "junior kindergarten" tomorrow. My biggest worry isn't how he'll handle his first day at a new school. No, instead, I will lose sleep on how he will handle, or mishandle, Friday, which will be "Bingo Day." At orientation last week, I was squirming in my seat like...

Thanks to JoJo’s Circus on the Disney channel, my boys have been introduced to beginning yoga. They know about as many poses as I do and are far more limber. They bend and stretch into positions that hurt me to watch. I was so impressed with their ability to watch the poses and mimic them that I decided...