You’ve all seen pictures of my little Becca.  She is as fair as they get.  And unfortunately, she is as stubborn as they get.  And she refuses to wear a hat.  And she is outside.  A lot.  The area of her scalp where her hair parts gets quite red. And to make matters worse, next [...]

One of my house rules is that all crayons and pens stay in the kitchen.  (Stay tuned for more house rules, as I was recently tagged for the Personal Policies meme that’s going around.) So anyway.  No writing implement of any kind is supposed to make it to the second floor.  With an ink-happy 4-year-old [...]

First Day of Kindergarten, September 1977:  (Note the Holly Hobbie lunchbox!) Violin Recital, 1980:  (I’m in the front in white.) For more Throw Back Thursday participants, head on over to the Pinks and Blues Girls Blog.

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A couple years ago…  Okay, quite a few years ago, but who’s counting?  And no, those are NOT wrinkles around my eyes.  They’re laugh lines.  And if you can see them, then you might be standing too close. So anyway. A few years ago, I met this girl at church, and we hit it off.  [...]

Last night, R’s bedtime routine went something like this: I carried her upstairs and stuck her in the bathtub where I endured 20 minutes of splashing and intentional face plants into the bathwater, losing in the process about 10 years off my life and gaining at least 3 new gray hairs; managed to wrangle her [...]

So evidently last month was a fluke.  (Kudos to whomever can find the reference to PMS in that loquacious post!)  Y’ALL.  I spelled "loquacious" correctly without spell check.  I was waiting for that red line to appear underneath, signaling a spelling error, but alas, I didn’t need it!  Someone pat me on the back! Any-Who.  [...]

Well, the summer is off to a rollicking-good start!  We are all settling into our new routine with minimal trauma.  My 7-y/o son has realized that his video games will be here when he wakes up at eight just as they are when he wakes at seven.  But I’m still holding out for nine.  There’s [...]