Now I have to go because my oldest child is giving my youngest a super wedgie and by the sound of the screams, I think I need to intervene.
I know, what a cheesy title. And you just thought blogs were the non-dairy way to say, “Dear Diary…” I run. It’s just something I have to do. (sole, 365…
I give up! I can’t do it and I’m not going to try. Seems like every time you turn around, someone is recruiting: a noble cause, the PTA, classes I…
“For now we see as in a mirror, dimly, but then face to face. Now I know in part, but then I shall know just as I am known.” -1…
I did something today that I consider a very desperate, and slightly tacky, move. I tied scraps, lots and lots of little yarn scraps and clipped yarn ends, together to…
…because they never put them down and lose all sense of time as they click away. My son could play Dinosaur Hunter without blinking for years, until one day he…
