About this blog
Sheri is simply an ordinary mom who was named National Young Mother of the Year — which she appreciated mostly for the word YOUNG. She and her awesome husband Kevin have spent more than 20 years raising four children with the end of the journey in mind: future adults. In this journey she has given birth to three of those children and in 2009 they adopted an 11-year-old boy. She sometimes longs for the days when mini teapots filled with pop and walks around the block made for a good day, but she also loves the life she is living now. In What?! Who, me? she writes honestly about the good, bad, ugly and heartbreaking moments in her life as a mom.
Living in the Middle Lands
Parenting is like being on a journey that takes us to unknown lands where we try to find our footing.
So many words
It has been said we women use about 20,000 words as well as five tones of voice in any given day. That’s a lot of words, girls!
Sometimes it's tricky being a mom
I find that it's tricky to be a mother to an adult-ish child. Adult-ish-child, how is that for a description?
Six lessons for photos
My dining room has been scrapbook central for a month now.
To speak or to tweet, that is the question
As our culture communicates more and more through Facebook, Twitter, Instagram and more, it seems to me that we are losing the basic life skill of simply talking to each other.
Don't 'untag' yourself from your life
Over the last few weeks, I’ve spent many hours pouring over thousands of pictures (I really need to improve photo organization).
Is it hot in here?
There is a new night time thing going on in our bedroom and it goes like this, covers on, covers off, covers on, covers off, covers on, covers off, covers on, covers off, and so on until the mornin
What does a jelly face have to do with a neuron?
When my kids were little and I was new to this stay-at-home gig, there were many moments when I felt inadequate in what I was doing, as well as inferior to others
Did I really hit reply?!
Recently I received an email that really frustrated me. In fact, I felt angry, confused and agitated; the email caused me to question the level of trust I had in a particular situation.
