A sweet friend of mine pointed out to me yesterday that I haven’t been writing much lately – at least nothing substantial. She’s right. I
Hello, bloggy friends! It’s Wednesday again, and you know what that means: time to sort back through all your files to find the funniest, oldest,
In the wee hours of morning today Oliver came down into our bedroom and crawled into bed between us. I was somewhat aware that he
I don’t like being away from my home and even more than that, I hate to be away from my family. They are my comfort
So, I had this brilliant idea last week. (Well, I like to think it was brilliant. When I tried to enthuse Ryan about my brilliant
{I hate to post this right on top of my “Big Reveal“. Be sure to scroll down to the previous post if you’re interested in
The Sort of House Rules You Have to Establish When You Are Living With A Savage Two-Year-Old: Don’t chew on the kitchen cabinets. Don’t write
Oliver and Bea stayed with my Mom while we all went out Friday night to the church Progressive Dinner. (She is a saint!) We had
Ryan was sharing an ice cream treat with O after lunch today. This is what I overheard: Oliver: “Please, Mommy! Please, Mommy!” Ryan: “I’m Daddy.”
