I am THAT Mum

Tripping Through Treacle

So, it’s finally happened.  I have been waiting for it to happen ever since I noticed that my dodgy legs were getting in the way of me taking the kids to school.

Some background: for the first couple of years that Alex was at school, I was able to to rush out the door with only 10 minutes to spare until the school bell rang – and I would usually still manage to get him there on time (usually with Ava in tow).  The school run was often left to me as Hubs wasn’t self-employed at that time, meaning that he was usually out of the house.  Plus, I would be taking Ava to her toddler activities in the afternoon, which meant we had a good little routine going of toddler group – running errands – school run.

A couple of years ago, when Ava started school, I noticed that…

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Danny’s World: The Best Gift a Dad Could Give-Happy Father’s Day!


When I was a kid my dad would take us to different places around Myrtle Beach, Southport, Oak Island, Cherry Grove Beach, Wilmington and Ft. Fisher.  It was really cool to see the end of the road on Oak Island and learn about his story living through Hurricane Hazel.  Or maybe taking the ferry over to Ft. Fisher to learn about the history of the fort during the civil war or to visit the aquarium.

Or stopping at the little convenient store on our way out to Southport to buy penny candy!

Or walking out at low tide to find sand dollars and live conch on Oak Island.

Or learning to play shuffle board at the campgrounds.  Fishing in the lake at Myrtle Beach Travel Park and catching a huge fish which was eaten by an alligator.  And then there was flying kites on the beach so high you couldn’t see them after a while.

How about the ice block sitting contest or learning how to set up a campsite and clean out the tents?

How about playing the old baseball games at the Pavilion in downtown?  And I could never forget the skee ball or sitting and listening to the German pipe organ?

And of course I remember visiting the battleship in Wilmington.

The cool thing is I still do all of these things when I go to the beach and have introduced Evelina to them as well.  We now enjoy these experiences nearly every time we go to the house in Cherry Grove.  Such simple things my dad introduced to me will live on in our memories as we make new memories.   And I will pass along these experiences to our future kids.

I find myself telling Evelina the same stories my dad told me each time we go somewhere and she doesn’t stop me.  She has heard the story of the road in Oak Island a hundred times and she listens intently as if hearing the stories for the first time.

Every story, every trip, every spot are so special to me and us.  Happy Father’s Day and thank you for these memories and traditions, Dad!

This collage represents pictures from all those awesome places from my childhood.

You’re Crying at What?

Who's My Favorite Today?

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Two nights ago, I had to work late.  When I got home, I went around the house to see the girls and find out how their days were.  When I found Brooke (our 15 yr. old), she was in her room.  As I walked into her room, she was sitting on her bed crying.  I don’t mean just a small tear running down your face crying – she was CRYING.  Mascara was all underneath her eyes and running down her cheeks.  Her face was visibly wet with tears.

Our exchange went a little something like this:

Me: Hey baby…are you crying?

She nods her head yes.

Me:  Oh no!  Honey why are you crying?  Are you okay?……(then I see that she is watching something on her phone)  Are you watching something sad on Netflix?

Brooke:  Yes (sniff, cry, sniff, cry)

Me:  What is it?  Are you watching a…

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Rocking Motherhood in 10 different ways – despite chronic illness


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Originally posted on Tripping Through Treacle:
When I saw that Natalie from?Surviving Life’s Hurdles?tagged me in a post about ‘Rocking Motherhood’, I felt both flattered and a bit nervous. ?If you ask my husband, one of the biggest things that…

Happy Mother’s Day


I was talking to my mom the other day. She asked me how things were going and we were talking about some of the difficulties with daily activities and ways we have adapted.

I mentioned to her that I have to remind Greg when we are out to walk in front of me. The reason is I use him as a guide in crowded places. Being out in public crowded places can be so mentally tiring. Constantly watching for others, watching my feet, anticipating balance issues. Fearing bumping someone or their child. It’s easier for me if I have him in front to kind of guide me through crowds. Also I am more at ease if I know he’s in front so I can reach out for him if I am having balance issues. I said to my mom he always forgets. Now I know he’s trying to do the…

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Children’s Parties for Spoonie Parents

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So, we have survived my daughter’s 7th birthday party!  A couple of months ago, I decided to mistakenly  ask her what she wanted to do for her birthday: a lovely family day out at the beach?  A trip to see Disney on Ice?  Going to a pottery studio?  No! A pizza party at home with a few of her friends, party games and, most importantly, a pizza cake!

‘Can we handle that?’, I asked myself.  The stress of sorting out the house, organising food and entertainment for a group of sugar-fuelled, Katy-Perry-loving girls?  In the past, it would have been easy, but nowadays things are trickier due to how quickly tiredness creeps up on me and stops me from having the energy to shop and organise.  But yes. I was going to do this – with the help of my husband and some clever planning.  The more that I looked…

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My Artist

Who's My Favorite Today?

Brooke (15 yrs. old) has always been into art.  She will do any kind of art: painting, drawing, sculpture, knitting, etc…  She’s always been pretty good at it too.  This is a painting she did for her grandmother to put in her beach house.  She first did a small version to work out the details, and then did the larger version to give away.

Unfortunately for Brooke, I have not been good about helping her pursue her talent.  She has chosen to do gymnastics, horseback riding, and cheerleading that has taken up a great deal of time.  Now she has taken up golf as well.  However, she is at a school now that has an International Baccalaureate program and art is part of the IB course offerings.  Therefore, she will take art the next 3 years.  I am excited about the possibilities and what she will learn and create.


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Did anybody else eat chocolate for breakfast?

Who’s My Favorite Today?!

Who's My Favorite Today?

So I am not winning “mother of the year” again…….  Yes, I allowed Kate to eat chocolate for breakfast – a chocolate bunny to be specific.  Okay, not the whole thing.  Usually I make an attempt at breakfast every Easter and make sure the kids eat something other than candy.  Nope.  Not this year.  We had to hurry out to church for me to teach the youth and we totally skipped breakfast.  I did not do my best parenting today and Kate ate A LOT of candy.

My rationale is that I don’t usually let her eat a great deal of candy.  Also, I was pretty strict with the big girls and they didn’t get to eat much candy – well not at much as Kate anyway.  I have discovered that the big girls have turned out okay and like to eat healthy.  I figure that if I only allow…

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Today’s Featured Blog is…Erichmichaels!




Father’s Day. He always started off the week leading up to Father’s Day coming up with all the possible excuses not to visit his father. A presentation that needed tweaking, a new romance that needed coaxing…something. However, when it came right down to it, he always made the trip; this year would be no exception. He sat on the edge of the hotel bed, staring at his hands, thinking about how different he and his father were. He slowly rotated his hands around looking at the well manicured nature of them, the pushed back cuticles, the perfectly trimmed nails and the buttery, softness of his hands, and he felt acutely ashamed. He clenched his fists, feeling his trimmed nails bite into his palms. He would wait until dark to make the trip, so there would be less chance of other visitors.

A few hours later, he walks out of the…

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