A Picture is Worth a Thousand Words
I might have mentioned that we are still afflicted with a "touch of the Haiti", manifesting as some gastro-intestinal issues. I remain commited to not talking about poop on my blog (as I have done here, here, here, and here.) So, I will leave it to you to decipher what I am supposed to do with this little goodie bag I got from Urgent Care today, that I get to return to them tomorrow. Hint: those are not pill bottles. . . .
Now I Have Seen It All
I wrote a few days ago about how we are all still suffering from some lingering gastro-intestinal issues after our Haiti trip. I remain committed to not discussing poop on my blog, but suffice it to say that my family is single-handedly keeping Immodium Chewables in business right now. Anyways, I was joking with Mark last night about how bad I was feeling. I wish that if I was gonna get sick with some foreign parasite, it would be the kind that made me lose lots of weight. I mean, if I'm . . .
Bring Back That Lovin’ Feeling
I have a secret to tell you. Are you ready? I'm going to whisper it so no one else hears. I'm a little embarrased about it, so I'm saying it really quietly. You ready? Okay, here goes: Some days I don't really like my kids. It feels awful and evil to say that, but it's true. Kids can sometimes behave in ways that are, frankly, kind of hard to love. And yet, we continue to love them, because that's what a parent does. The unconditional love from a parent to a child is able to . . .
For The Record
AN OPEN LETTER TO JAFTA HOWERTON My dearest son, I need to clear something up. When you are older and we look back on pictures from this time in our lives, I don't want you wondering why there are 100 pictures of India for every 1 picture of you. If that is the case, it is not because I love your sister more. It is because this is what happens when I try to take your picture: Just for the record. Love, Mom . . .
we be illin’
We all have a bit of a lingering bug. We are calling it a "touch of the Haiti". All of it us are just a little off. I have taken a two hour nap both today and yesterday, which is VERY unusual for me. The kids are having frequent meltdowns. We have been watching a lot of tv, because I am just so tired. There is something else going on, that I am hesistant to mention. You see, the other day, I saw my blog posted on another blog. There is an application that gives a "snapshot" of blogs if you . . .
NWA Day
I just saw this on my friend Kendra's blog, whose husband is a rapper (of the clean variety). It is hilarious and I had to share. I have totally done this in the car with my kids, when I've just gotta listen to some potty-mouthed music like Amy Winehouse.It also brings back some memories because I can remember singing this song at the top of my lungs in high school. But that is a story for another time . . . . . .
A Load of Croc
My family has a love-hate relationship with Crocs. My kids love them, and I hate them. I tend to be on board with this other girl named Kristen, who describes them as the bane of modern civilization. I tried so hard to resist buying them for my kids. Friends were raving about their comfort , and all the kids at playgroup were wearing them. Jafta saw them in stores and begged and begged. Finally, I relented with India, because her feet were getting stinky in her Vans and sandals would not stay . . .
Mark and Kristen Howerton’s Fabulous Lives 2004
It’s been an interesting year this year. . .[1] We started out our year with another mission trip to Africa. We returned to the same place in Zimbabwe – a small rural village in the center of the country that has been hit hard by AIDS, famine, and unemployment. It was great to return to the same place and see so many familiar faces, and it fueled our passion for Africa. Shortly after returning from Africa, Mark pulled his biggest attention-seeking stunt to date by getting hit by a car on the . . .
Animal Husbandry
My husband went grocery shopping by himself yesterday, for the first time in our eight year marriage. I don't know if that says something about the state our house is in - he must have been pretty desperate to to an actual errand without being prompted. I have been a little busy. So I was overjoyed to hear that I could cross that chore off my list. . . until I got home, and took a little inventory of what had been purchased. My husband's solo jaunt to the grocery store yielded the . . .
“Fabulous, Fabulous Christmas Letter” 2002
Mark and Kristen Howerton’s “Fabulous, Fabulous Christmas Letter” 2002 Dear friends, Well, it’s that time of year again, and so much has happened since last year that it’s hard to know where to begin.[1] We’ve got lots of exciting accomplishments to share in this year’s “Fabulous, Fabulous Christmas LetterÓ” 2002.[2] Our first bit of news is that we bought a house! Our new house is a brand-new seven bedroom mansion overlooking the shores of Newport Beach.[3] Alright, in actuality, we bought a . . .