On Monday, Mark and I drove back from Palm Springs, rested and relaxed and just a wee bit sunburned. India’s favorite game is called “homeschool”.  She wants to play this all day long.   She makes me do circle time (calendar, the pledge, books) and then wants to sit and do homework.  Nerd alert!  Also, I’m so glad I’m paying for private preschool just so I can be doing it at home by myself, anyways.  This may come as no surprise, but Jafta and Kembe are not the . . .

This week, that’s what she said is all about family transitions, from adoption to childbirth to the terrible two’s.  These are just snippets – click on the title to read the post in full.  And speaking of family transitions (nice segue, eh?) Mark and I are going to be leading four sessions at the next Together for Adoption conference about helping children transition from group life to family life.  If you are interested in adoption, foster care, or global orphan care, consider . . .

Several times a month, I write a post that gets lost in draft mode, or that I fail to finish, or that I forget about.  I think I have more posts in draft than I do on this blog, and I’m trying to be better about publishing the things I start. This is one of those posts.  The U2 concert was about a month ago, which is when I wrote this, but I felt the fact that I basically busted a celebrity getting busy in a bathroom made this worthy of making it out of the drafts.  Please to . . .

You know, my whole life I have heard people talk about making career goals with this advice:  Figure out what your passion is, and turn it into a job. And every time I heard that, I would this, That is ridiculous! Who is going to pay me to watch bad reality tv and then make fun of it? Well, folks.  Looks like dreams can come true! Check out my Bachelorette recap over at MamaPop – one of my favorite websites (and my new gig). . . .

This week was book club - my favorite night of the month because I get to have grown-up discussions eating grown-up food. We switch hosts every month, and the host leads the discussion and prepares a meal loosely based on something in the book. We read Molokai, a great summer novel about a leper colony in Hawaii.  I spent the beginning of the week in bed with some weird strand of summer flu. I got it, both the girls got it, and our babysitter got it. All males in the house were . . .