Vacation was NOT an epic failure. We actually had a really lovely time. I was treated to many birthday dinners and many birthday margaritas. I might have worn the birthday sombrero more than once. This summer's vacation was the Grandparent World Tour. The boys got to see all their grandparents, including GGMa, who is their ...
I've spent a lot of time in the minivan this past week. And that, combined with my advancing age, has led me to think too much. 1. America is too much the same. Every city has the same restaurants, the same stores. It's kind of sad. 2. I have an amazing family. All of them. Even though ...
A couple of years ago, the Yarn Harlot blogged about the fleece stealing squirrel. My then eight year old son nearly peed his pants laughing at it. And then he drew the schematics for a better squirrel trap.
He doesn't read this much. I don't think. But still I thought I would tell you all something. Life is not perfect. But life is good. Life is actually kind of awesome. And much of the credit for that belongs to the man. He's an amazing father - which is why I'm typing about this on ...
UPDATE: I am closing comments on this post. I've approved a few more, but you would not believe the amount of spam I get about this picture. So let's review: I'm not selling mine. I don't want to buy yours. And I'm not a B. Mitchell painting broker. Sheesh. I have half a mind to ...
I hope the boys never outgrow delight. That they always find fun in the little things. That they never need the bigger, better, faster, more sort of thing. Ok, that sounds really corny - considering that it is inspired by a trip to Universal. But the boys really do seem to like the silliest things ...
I'm having a fake it 'til you make it kind of day. I'm pretending I'm good at housework. I did a whole lotta scrubbing in the bathroom and I cleared out my drawer and the cabinets - I don't dare touch the man's drawer. It's amazing to me that at this point I am not ...
So I'm complaining about the man socks when I really shouldn't. The man has been insanely patient about the whole thing. Like years patient. Last night I had a moment of inspiration and I charted out a pattern. Which I think will be perfect. For boy socks. The man might have to wait longer.
