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Josh (9): Mom, will you carry me to bed? Like when I was a baby?
Me: Ummmmm, sure. Do you know I love you, Josh? Do you know I’d fight dragons for you?
Josh: I’d fight dragons for you, Mom. I’d die for you.
#family
The 9 year-old got a magic set for Christmas. I have now perfected my amazed face.
#whatwedoforourkids
For people who like getting rid of clutter, the day you take down the Christmas decorations is truly the most wonderful time of the year.
Instead of calling it the “guest bathroom”, I’m going to start calling it what it really is: The Bathroom of No Accountability.
#WHODIDTHAT #somanyboys
Joel (4): I’m ready for bed. Mom, smell my teeth!
Me: Oh yeah? Did you do a great job brushing? (takes a big sniff of his mouth)
Joel: No. I haven’t brushed yet. I just thought you’d want to smell my teeth.
#youthoughtwrong
I took two kids to the pediatrician today: the one who needed stitches and the one who caused him to need stitches.
#brothers #empathylessons
(seeing a nun in our neighborhood)
Bethany (6): MOM. Nuns are REAL?!
#Protestantproblems #SoundofMusicfan
Just finished being interviewed by a columnist from The Washington Post about the article I wrote last week. You know. . . just another Tuesday night at The Bradley House.
I am not in the habit of writing emails to teachers to excuse a child’s homework failures. I AM in the habit of writing emails to teachers to excuse MY homework failures (like the multiple times I have thrown away completed homework sitting on the table because I thought it was just the daily work stuff they brought home or the time a teacher gave me a “family project” assignment at parent teacher conferences and I forgot and threw it away when we got home.)
#oops #Ithrowstuffaway #loveourteachers
Eating lunch at 2:30- because it’s the one time I can eat without an audience or interruptions.
#naptime #lunchtime
“I know with more people watching, it would be tempting to be less real about your life. I love that you are choosing to still be open about motherhood. . . although if you stopped talking about poop so much, that would be fine with me.” -My Mom
#keepinitclassy
“I found your post on Black Twitter.” -Journalist from The Washington Post
#lifegoals
Responding to requests for interviews takes longer when the four year-old also wants you to be rearranging the blankets and stuffed animals on his bed.
#priorities
If I wrote for “The Onion”: “Mom Writes Post Asking People To Treat Her Son With Basic Human Decency. Internet Commentors Lose Their Minds.”
#yourewelcome
I’m scheduled to be on NewsOne Now (nationwide cable news show) at 6:37 (central time). I’m not sure what I’m more nervous about- doing the interview or waking up one of my kids while doing the interview.
#ssssshhhhhhhh #workfromhomemom
(6 year-old seeing two friends sharing a secret, and feeling left out)
“In our family we don’t do. . . WHISPERS.”
#thewordissecret #wealsocantwhisper
Last night Josh and Danny (brothers via adoption, not biologically related) were discussing how if Josh married Danny’s bio half sister (who doesn’t live with us), then their kids (Josh’s kids and Danny’s kids) could be legal cousins AND biological cousins.
#adoptioniscomplicated
A nice thing about having a racially diverse family is I rarely look at the baby pictures of my kids and think “Wait, which kid is that?”
#transracialadoptionbonus
Sometimes I think about switching denominations just because I have trouble spelling “Presbyterian” correctly.
Child is screaming from his bed. I run to him, sure there’s an emergency. He hands me a booger. “Here, Mom.” This is my life.
#motherhood
Me: Hey, no more reading. It’s time for bed.
Danny (6): But Mom, I’m reading about God because I don’t think I know enough about him in my heart. How can I know if I don’t read?
#bedtimegenius #stallinglevelexpert
My two year-old was a little late to the toddler tantrum game. My 15 month-old is a little early. So it’s pretty much constant, nonsensical, crying drama around here right now.
#tandemtantrums #twinning
Husband turned on a Disney radio station “for the kids.” The kids aren’t even in the room anymore, but I can hear him jamming out to “Under the Sea.”
#dadlife #whyIlovehim