And, behind door #1…
Whichever the case, I suppose I should be glad that someone around here knows how to correctly use the Dora the Explorer training seat. If only that doll could teach the Toddler a thing or two…
Whichever the case, I suppose I should be glad that someone around here knows how to correctly use the Dora the Explorer training seat. If only that doll could teach the Toddler a thing or two…
worry—to torment oneself with or suffer from disturbing thoughts; fret; to torment with cares, anxieties, etc. I’m a worrier. I’ve heard the statistic that something like 90% of what we worry about never happens. But, rather than being reassured by this fact, I worry that what I’m worrying about might be in the category of…
October is one of my favorite months. I’ve noticed that I’ve unintentionally decorated our whole house in autumn hues. I think it’s my subconscious love for this season coming out. Crisp mornings, bright trees, the smell of bonfires, S’mores, pumpkin patches, hayrides, caramel apples, pumpkin bread… I really can’t think of anything I don’t like…
The Spouse and I tag-team the bedtime battle around here each night. He works with the Toddler while I deal with the Preschooler. I’m not sure what goes on in the way of story time in the Toddler’s room {I feel certain she’s in total control of the book selection}, but I’ve been trying to…
I have used the same hair dryer since I’ve been married… for over six years now. We have spent nearly every morning together, the Revlon and me. We’ve been through quite a lot… a wedding, two moves, travels near and far, the births of three children, reunions and special events, and many, many a hair…
Bedtime conversations I want to remember… The Preschooler: I had the flu yesterday, so that’s why I couldn’t go to tennis. I might have chicken dots tomorrow. {The Preschooler had a minor cold, so I decided we should skip tennis. And, as for the “chicken dots,” I think she had seen a cartoon about someone having…
It’s hard to believe that Thanksgiving week has come and gone and yet, somehow, we are still not sleeping at the new house. {This means, of course, that we are still staying with my mom… much to her delight, I’m sure}. If ever you have wanted to evaluate how well you dust, how much stuff…