About: Elizabeth A. McKenzie
Elizabeth is a stay-at-home mother of three children, ages eight, six and three years. She lives in Boulder, Colorado with her husband, children, a dog and two cats. In her (very limited) spare time she likes to garden, hike, read mysteries and write. She has written three books for children and is usually covered in paint splatters. http://eamckenzie5.wix.com/thespunkybookworm
Recent Posts by Elizabeth A. McKenzie
To many of us, Memorial Day Weekend is a time to kick-off summer with BBQs, parties and family get togethers. But while we’re tossing frisbees, playing horse shoes, filling up the kiddie pool and making sure the cooler is stocked, let’s not forget all of those families who are spending Memorial Day in a different way: grieving for their fathers, mothers, sons and daughters, uncles, aunts and cousins who lost their lives, their limbs, their eye-sight or their ability to walk and talk, serving our country and protecting our freedoms.
As a mom of three whose husband often comes home late from work only to have time to help with bedtime and then is off again early in the morning, I can’t imagine having my husband deployed for months or years at a time. The soldiers who serve our country do not just risk their lives for us, … Read More
I have three children, two girls and a boy, and all of them have very different personalities. I was just thinking back to their first year of life when they were reaching milestones like rolling over, sitting, crawling, clapping, walking and talking. Both of my girls were verbal very early and Cooper, my youngest and only boy, was much less so. What’s interesting, however, is not when they started speaking, but what each child’s first word actually was because I can now see that the word each child said first is representative of their personality today.
Lauren’s first was “Dada.” She began saying “Dada” at around ten months and would point at her daddy and smile as she said it over and over. Today Lauren is a people-pleaser. She loves to make her dad proud of her and she lights up when he praises her. She’s a class clown, … Read More
While perusing Facebook lately I’ve noticed something surprising over the past few days…the Anti-Mother’s Day Trend. There are several blogs, comments and rants all based on the wrongness of celebrating this day. Why? For a multitude or reasons—like the pain it brings to those who have lost their mothers, or to mothers who have lost children, or because some people had horrible, selfish mothers or because some seem to think it put’s Mothers on a pedestal and discounts the relevance of women who are not mothers by choice or circumstance. I say, “Lighten up, people!”
To me, Mother’s Day is not “All About Me,” and it’s not “All About My Mom.” I sent her a card, I gave her a call. She’s an amazing and inspiring woman who I cherish every day, no more, no less on Mother’s Day, than any other day of the year. And what did … Read More
Minivan: a personal-use van with unibody construction sharing an automobile platform in a one-box or two-box configuration — often featuring sliding doors for passenger access and configurable, stowable or removable seating. Taller than a sedan, hatchback, or a station wagon, the minivan features a shared interior volume that can flexibly reconfigure to prioritize either seating or cargo volume, with rear cargo access via a liftgate or tailgate. (Wikipedia)
It’s been a little over a week since my 2005 Chrysler Pacifica was (cough, cough) retired due to a mechanical issue. I replaced it with a 3 year old Honda Odyssey…one of the many makes and models of the Infamous Minivan. Minivans have gotten a bad rap. For instance, if a Subaru Outback were a person, it would be a chiseled young guy wearing new running sneakers and holding the leash of a grinning chocolate … Read More
Have you ever experienced “Mother’s Intuition?” What is it exactly is it? It’s something a mother might feel–a sense of worry, an unexplained feeling, an odd pain or maybe even joy that she knows is not related to something she is directly experiencing in that moment. Why might she suddenly be struck with a sense of urgency, of panic, in the middle of a yoga class, when her children are at home with a babysitter? Or why might she suddenly decide she she needs to call her college-aged son when just talked to him the day before and he was fine?
Last Thursday was Moving Day. My husband and I decided to have the movers come on a weekday so that all three kids would be in school. The girls would be out of the house from 8:30 to 3:30 and Cooper from 8:30 to 12:45. Once the … Read More