Category Little One

The Little One’s Clothes

My children have always been very particular about what they wear. At eighteen months, the twins would throw temper tantrums and rip off their clothes if I attempted to wrestle them into something they didn’t like. Sadly, there were many cute outfits that were worn for less than a minute. The Little One has taken […]

Thanksgiving Blog Hop

Welcome to my stop on the Thanksgiving Blog Hop! As the holiday season approaches and the stores try to extend it every year, I start to panic. This week is Thanksgiving, so I need to order Christmas cards and send them out. But I don’t have pictures of the kids yet, or pictures that I […]

When shoes turn into Mittens

It’s not as miraculous as water into wine, but when I ask my children to get ready to go somewhere, I advise them to put their shoes on. Shoes tend to be scattered throughout the house and this task takes the longest to complete. Nine times out of ten, the children return to the entry […]

Some kind of talent

My daughters have an amazing talent that I’m really hoping they grow out of soon. They have an uncanny ability to trip, land on their face, and need to have teeth pulled. My oldest tripped in the bathroom, slammed into the tub, and eventually lost two. (Now I’m even more freaked out about rough-housing in […]

Mysteries of the Vaughn Household

* A child can complain they are starving all afternoon, then not eat a bite of supper. * The children can be wrestling like wild dogs when in the house, but once they go outside they will sit quietly in a chair clutching their blankets. * Children that are falling asleep in their macaroni and […]

Potty Training Update

Yes, another update. I wish this journey was over. I wish I could pack up the remaining diapers and pullups and shuffle them off to the food pantry or the women’s crisis center. This journey has been an ultra-marathon and we may be finally approaching the end, but I have a feeling it’s on the […]

Creating His Own Crime Scene

I didn’t know my dog was into CSI, but when we arrived home Friday morning after running errands, our scaredy-cat Beagle-mix had left three crime scenes for me to clean up. We’d had a thunderstorm which consisted of three instances of thunder and moderately heavy rain. Quite unexciting compared to some of the storms we’ve […]