There’s no food in the house (Yes there is). I hate eggs (You haven’t eaten them since you were 3. How do you know?). I don’t want cereal (There are 4 boxes in that cabinet…really?). I don’t want fruit. Can I have banana cake? (NO.) This morning in our house. Grumbly Miss (daughter #1) is… Continue reading Mommmmmm!!
I love being my age. 42 to be exact. As I have mentioned numerous times before, to me it’s only a number and each new year is frosting. I have known too many wonderful people who did not have the luxury of celebrating the addition of candles on their cakes. Therefore, bring it on I say.… Continue reading 40 Schmorty, I think.
Summer. Bare toes (although painted in a fabulous color) in the green grass. Sand in between those toes. And in every other place. Fireflies. Fireworks. No work. Playtime. Downtime. Time to breathe. Breathe it in. One of our rituals of summer is berry picking. Strawberries, blueberries, raspberries. If there is a berry around, we will be… Continue reading Into the Patch we go
My dear husband just announced that he will be making breakfast today. AND that he’s happy to run to the store to get some extras that we need. I tell you, if there’s one thing that I love, it’s when someone makes me breakfast. And runs to the store. There is a God. So, in the… Continue reading Sweet Weekends