seven
My oldest turned seven today. SEVEN! Man, that feels like a graduation away from “little kid” and into big kid territory. In lieu of a birthday party, Jafta’s wish for his birthday was to go to Knott’s Berry Farm and ride all of the roller coasters with no younger siblings around to cramp his style. So, last Monday Mark took Jafta and two friends to Knott’s and did just that. Jafta rode every ride with gusto . . . even the ones that went upside-down. He’s . . .
cousin summit (absolute travel power corrupts absolutely)
Tomorrow I leave for Louisville for a few days to attend the Christian Alliance for Orphans Summit. I’ll be speaking on Friday afternoon about how to advocate for orphans as a busy mom (more on that later). I will also be a part of a blogger’s meet-up on Thursday night. So if you are going, stop by and say hi, and put me out of my socially-awkward misery. Because I’m introverted and horrible at chit-chat. Just come up to me and break right into something . . .
absolute (birthday) power corrupts absolutely
So I’ve been meaning to write about Jafta’s birthday. It was way back in December. But it was dragged out nearly as long as it took me to write this post. Jafta’s birthday is a couple days after Christmas . . . an unfortunate date for a birthday (speaking as someone with a birthday in that same week). School is out, everyone is on vacation, and if any friends are around to come to a hastily-planned party, the chances are good that your gift is going to be a regifted reject . . .
five is my favorite age
“I have a plan. The plan is to one day throw paper airplanes at the ice cream truck. It’s not going to be easy. But I’m never going to give up on this idea.” -Jafta Howerton I’ve always had an affinity for five-year-olds. When I was a teenager, I taught Sunday School at my church, and the five-year-olds were my class. I just adored this stage – when they are developing their own little personalities but still have such an innocent curiosity about the . . .