Rhonda’s Blog

This has been a red letter week for me. You witnessed my joy when I got an email from your cousin stating that last week’s story of the boys’ shenanigans

Last night Brave #1 was telling me that we need to do our weekly breakfast thing today (Wed.) instead of tomorrow like we usually do because of some scheduling concerns.

We’re in the middle of another Indiana snowstorm. Not a blade of grass is showing and if you’re like me, you’re getting plenty tired of battling frostbite in all regions

Later, I told the boys, “This really went together fast. It would have been even faster if I wouldn’t have had to skin a neighbor.” To which Jamison replied, “If

“Really?” I say. “Nothing happened?” “Nope.” Out of curiosity I decided to keep a record this week of what really goes on here in the course of a normal, boring

There would be no need for a team of experts, you see, if I could just control the remote. We all know, however, that men are born with a remote

If you haven’t been through this whole thing of having a baby way on behind, it’s hard to explain how surreal it feels to go back and do this all

“The ladies go loco for a brother in a polo.” Jamison, 12/07. Perhaps he thinks a polo showcases his muscles to advantage? He informed me once that a guy’s muscles

One thing that was so relaxing about our holidays was the quiet and the lack of rush. As recounted in a previous column, the Schrock festivities were held at Thanksgiving.

In our household, the boys take the word “vacation” literally. To them it is defined as “the absence of any activity that could remotely be construed as work.” Never mind