Mellix Life

Category: kids

  • Be Thankful!

    It’s a cold and rainy day here in Charlotte. Isaiah & I ran down to the bus this morning and I was laughing saying…this is what a Monday looks like 🙂 My Facebook timeline is filled with reasons why my friends and family are thankful. Every November a few of them will be consistent all…

  • Shhhh…. naptime!

    Aaron fell asleep on the way from the store. I carried him carefully into the house praying he wouldn’t wake up. It was already past time for his nap. I open the door and it is completely dark. Strange… where are the others? I tip toe into the bedroom and slowly lay Aaron on the…

  • Old Videos… cleaning out my old iphone! Fun projects :)

  • Reasons why they didn’t finish dinner…

    Me: “Aaron why didn’t you eat your dinner?” Aaron: “I don’t eat corn dogs with cracks in them.” Me: “You owe me $1.49.” “Corndog crack”, noun A deformity in the breading that covers the hotdog portion of a corndog. Burns, torn bread, any discolored sections. Must be golden brown to qualify as an acceptable food.

  • What’s wrong in this picture?

    How? Why?

  • How God Speaks To Me

    I was driving home from the grocery store the other night with Aaron in the back seat. An old Boys II Men song popped in my head so I randomly belted out…

  • How to raise a teenager…hold on sir…you are only eight!

    The last week or so has been interesting. My oldest turned eight years old. He no longer has the adorable infant, toddler, or even preschool character traits. He is growing up into a handsome young man. Awkwardly handsome as his teeth have been falling out left and right…but a good lookin’ kid. I remember when…

  • Do you want me to be happy?

    Aaron: “Mama…do you want me to be happy?” Me: “Yes.” Aaron: “Well…you’re not letting me play ABCya! and that doesn’t make me happy! WWWWAAAAHHHHH!!! He throws himself on the bed with his face slammed into the pillow. Being four years old is such a struggle.

  • My Big Thumb Toe

    I was sitting down on my dining room floor surrounded by mountains of dirty clothes. I mustered up the energy to drag it all out of the laundry room in an effort to sort by category like normal moms. The outer layer of my cage was an assortment of baskets. The laundry needed to be done and I was not motivated. Me:…

  • How to tell your child needs more structure

    I was sitting just a few rows back from the front in church this evening.