
The 2019 back-to-school plague hit us hard.

The kids had a lot of excused absences and regular visits to the doctor and pharmacy.


Hotpot to warm our insides.




He was the first to get sick coming down with Bronchitis. Then the family outbreak was inevitable.

We're getting stronger but won't be 100% till summer 2020.

Truman had his first sleepover at his buds house. He forgot to take his build-a-bear, Funny Honey.

He chopped off "1 million pounds of hair" said his friend from school.


It's 2020 and...it's...still...a battle getting out of the house by 6:55 a.m.

The bus is ALWAYS on time.

Multi-tiered mini mooncakes to celebrate Autumn.

I took up a part-time job as co-room parent for Presley's class. We got invited to see the dress rehearsal of the L.A. Opera's The Magic Flute..all expenses paid.

His teacher is well connected!

The Dorothy Chandler Pavilion is stunning.

My heart still flutters when I see my kids art work hung up.

Surprisingly, homework has been manageable where their workload hasn't affected my, I mean their, mental and physical health.

Fitting in their after-school activities has been a good balance.

Presley's flag football team was undefeated last Fall.

Sunday football games became the norm.


Homemade afternoon snacks for the win.

I never miss an award ceremony.

Even when they're embarrassed that I've shown up.

Disinfecting spray A.S.A.P.

I should get paid overtime for attending middle and high school tours.

I got dragged out to the wilderness because chaperoning field trips should be a priority according to my daughter.

Placerita Canyon was a good one to be dragged out to.

B.J. loves coming over.

Doing our part.

Once in a while, they reward me with kindness.

Family cheat day.

Every weekend is family cheat day.


We turned our kitchen into a pumpkin carving studio.

The result was spooky!

Never too old for trick-or-treating.

My favorite niece turned 2.

My favorite brother turned 46.

And my favorite husband was also born in 1973. Lots of Fall birthdays in the family!

We've been leaving the kids at home to have more adult time.

But I spend most of the time wondering what the kids are doing.

or talking about that time Presley made me breakfast.

Even if they're three feet away...

I still be talk'n about them. Life of a Mom, I suppose.