Ronnie and I just fit together. Sometimes we drive each other crazy, but there’s no doubt we’re perfect for each other. When things get overwhelming or busy, we encourage each other and bring out the best in each other. We both want our kids to have the best childhood possible, and we both agree that that has very little to do with buying them things. We like to say we’re raising 1950s-era kids – kids who enjoy wholesome fun – imagination, fishing, digging holes, building forts, riding bikes, and eating strawberries straight from the garden. We both feel one of our biggest jobs as parents is to make our kids independent. We mess up a lot (which at least usually leads to a funny story), but we’re doing our best. And we’re happy. And even when we may not feel happy, we’re still happy. And it doesn’t hurt that he’s really good-looking.
You can read about a lot of our mess-ups and what we like to call creative parenting here:
- Boy Meets Girl
- Why we will always be okay
- Would you like nuts with that?
- We’ll end up sittin’ on a rainbow
- Confession: I have littered
- Confession: I have lied
- Confession: I have killed
- To Flush or not to Flush
- Shouldn’t my dog have warned me?