Thank God

Before everyone enjoyed the meal I prepared last night (pigs in blankets and frozen french fries), Grady said grace: Dear God, Thank you for the food. We couldn’t have survived without it. Amen. When you’re right, you’re right.

The Wynwood Yard

I spent Friday night at The Wynwood Yard in Miami with my friends and my daughter, Annie Bea. Oh, my son? Grady? Yeah, he was there, too. But he didn’t spend much time with us. He was too busy helping…

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Survival Mode

For the longest time, I swore I wouldn’t let Grady play video games at a young age. Well as it turns out, not only has he been playing video games at a young age, he’s been playing ME at a…

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The Eleventh Commandment

This morning we all piled in the car and drove 90 mph on two wheels to the Lord’s house. We peeled into the church parking lot with two kids fighting over a Lego – a single Lego the size of…

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Grady was working on a school project about the country of Honduras with his tutor. As they researched traditional clothing, this picture came up. Grady was dumbfounded. He turned to his teacher and exclaimed, “This looks exactly like my dad.”

How Does My Garden Grow?

When you have kids, you have to do things you don’t want to do. You just have to. You have to read the same bedtime book over and over. You have to brush Barbie’s knotted, ratty hair. You have to search…

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Lucky 7

He loves science. Worms. Gardens. Pokemon. Minecraft Legos. Chocolate. Drawing. Experiments. Fishing. And everyone he meets. I love him. Happy 7th Birthday to my Grady (10 days late in the blog). The world is so incredibly lucky to have you…

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Introducing the Tooth Fairy

The Tooth Fairy has officially landed her wings in the Levine home. Last night Grady’s tooth was hanging on for dear life to his sweet little gums. Afraid that he might swallow the tooth in his sleep, Grady wanted to…

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Normal or Not Normal?

Often (yes, often) we will find Grady sleeping with blankets stuffed up his shirt or in his pants. It must make him feel cozy. Or warm. Or full. Or bloated. Or protected from sharp, flying objects in the night. It’s…

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Found It

2 weeks ago I asked Grady to put the leftovers away.