We are still the Haus of SIck around here, so I’m gonna recycle a post from this time last year . . . drama (you give me fever) My kid (as most kids do) use some vocabulary that is uniquely their own. The funniest to me by far is the way Jafta refers to Karis's frequent spit-up as "drama". I have no idea how he picked this up, but he actually thinks this is the correct term for it. Of course I don't correct him, because it cracks me up. Nearly every day I hear him say "Uh-oh, . . .

Danielle Burkleo, author of the darling blog Take Heart, asked me to write a guest-post about our love story, and I thought it would be fun to post it for Valentine’s Day.  Here is the story of how we met and fell in love . . . I met Mark on my first day on campus at Cincinnati Christian University.  My parents had driven me up from Florida and that afternoon we said our tearful goodbyes.  I wanted my college experience to be an adventure and a fresh start, and so I went to . . .

Karis walked into the house today wearing a baseball helmet, holding a football, and asking Mark to play basketball.  I would say she takes after me in her confusion about sports, but let’s be honest: I wouldn’t even be asking to play. We’re all a little under the weather right now – I’ve been sick and in my pj’s all day and India thinks the “frog in my voice” is very funny.  I spent a rare weekend on the sofa with the remote in hand, being systematically disappointed by Portlandia . . .

What I Want You to Know is a series of reader submissions.  It is an attempt to allow people to tell their personal stories, in the hopes of bringing greater compassion to the unique issues each of us face. If you would like to submit a story to this series, click here.  Today’s post is from my friend Shannon. We started trying for our second baby when our son turned 1.  It had taken about 9 months to get pregnant with our him so we thought we should get started.  We . . .

Today was a "mommy and me" tea at the twins' preschool. In Kembe's class, there was a wall displaying the answers each child gave to the following question: If I had a million dollars, I would buy my mommy . . . Kembe decided he would spent a million dollars on flowers. A sweet thought . . . but we may have to have a little chat about the prudence of spending that much money on something that will die within the week. Four is a fine age to start discussing return on investment, . . .

It’s February, and I think I’m finally ready to share about my New Year’s resolutions.  Not because I’m just now doing them . . . oh no.  But because I have this awful personality flaw that makes it very difficult for me to announce the things I’m striving for, in case I don’t meet my goals.  I’m a “get-it-done” girl.  I don’t like to talk about things unless I have an action plan and an end in sight.  This can be problematic, especially since I am married to a guy whose . . .

Kelly blogs at Love Well, and she wrote this post last week for The Idea Camp’s website about her husband’s experience of adoption.  I found it very compelling, and also related to their story on a personal level, so I asked her if I could share her post here.  As the wife of an adopted orphan, I am blessed beyond expression when I watch a family adopt. It seems like the Holy Spirit is moving today’s generation to live out James 1:27. Everywhere I turn, Christians are talking about . . .

What I Want You to Know is a series of reader submissions.  It is an attempt to allow people to tell their personal stories, in the hopes of bringing greater compassion to the unique issues each of us face. If you would like to submit a story to this series, click here.  Today’s story is from Jill. Hi, I’m Jill. I have 4 children. Two of my children are deaf. A little background. I got married at 22, right after my husband and I graduated college. We were working 4-6 hours away . . .