Thought I’d take a moment to update you guys on the hammer. You know, the one that fell about three weeks ago? The fact that I can even recall discussing the hammer, and it’s subsequent falling, is a very good thing for me. Especially considering this heat I’ve been dealing with. But, more than that, I’ve actually kept up with… Read More
is it bedtime yet?
Oh. my. goodness. I’m a Southern girl by birth. Lived in the south almost my entire life. I even lived in Texas for 10 years, forgoodnesssakes. But this? Insanity. It’s almost 100 degrees outside. It’s over 90 degrees inside. Why do people build houses with no central air? And more importantly, why did we buy a house with no central… Read More
trashed
My house, that is. I mentioned yesterday that it had been a crazy busy weekend. And until this morning, I didn’t fully realize just how crazy. I mean, everything looked okay last night when I went to bed. Thanks to my never-say-die husband who was washing the last dish at 9:45PM. But today? It’s all me. And the chaos that… Read More
naughty
Oh Seamus. I thought you didn’t have any more surprises left in you. After all, you’ve been around for almost 2 years now. I thought we’d reached the depths of your naughtiness. I was wrong. Thankfully I had been warned. The troops had rallied and the battle cry went out long and loud as the pitter patter of little feet… Read More
danger, will robinson
Remember that Memorial Day picnic I mentioned a few days ago? Where, sprawled out on table after table, copious amounts of yumminess beckoned…. and we all proceeded to stuff our faces? With all the choices at hand, I didn’t get the chance to meet these little numbers that day, thankgoodness. Because that would have been ugly. But we did get… Read More
breaking some eggs
My husband has been gone again. Since last Sunday. And when my husband is away I have, admittedly, been known to ‘make an omelette’ or two. You know what they say about making an omelette. You have to break some eggs. My husband isn’t crazy about broken eggs. So when he’s gone, it’s the perfect time for me to tackle… Read More
a little story
First, allow me to set the scene. I’m typing away at my computer desk, blissfully unaware of what’s going on around me. Jude is working a puzzle on the floor behind me. Our devoted dogs are, as usual, at my feet. Or as close to my feet as they can possibly get. Then, sadly, the silence is broken. With some… Read More
tomorrow
April 17th has been circled in red on my husband’s calendar for months. Mine? Not so much. You see, tomorrow night we’re attending a ball. And while I, as a young girl, dreamed of such events and all the flowing gowns, sparkling jewelry and ridiculously high heeled shoes these evenings required, I’m grown now. And I have nine children. And… Read More
dinner conversation
If you’ve been around a bit, you know Isabelle has some delays. Speech, specifically. She spends a few hours a week at school with a speech therapist, working on sounds that don’t come easily to her. For example, she calls Sophie: “Fwopea” She calls Vivi: “Bibby” And instead of “Cheese, please!” (believe it or not, this child loves dairy products… Read More
the ugly, beautiful truth
disclaimer: this is my blog, therefore it is my opinion. I am not a doctor, nor do I play one on TV. If you don’t like my opinion, I am okay with that. Just be kind when expressing your opinion here. Isabelle was born with a hole in her heart. Abandoned at the gates of an orphanage. In a very… Read More
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