My child is nearly eight months old. Help me, Rhonda. That is all.
Almost three!
How can you be nearly three? It slays me. You recently learned to open the fridge, and to climb out of your bed without permission. You are still pretty fabulous about staying in the bed, but will just appear in the morning or after nap sometimes – you are very quiet, and usually startle us…
Rounding the Corner on 8 Months
Today we played a game. You blew a raspberry at me. I blew one back at you. You studied my mouth pretty closely, and then blew another raspberry. We did it back and forth a few times. I was unable to replicate the game in front of your father – instead I blew raspberries in…
This Post is Clearly Not by Me!
It’s blog share time! The one time of year when we get to write what we want and post it on someone else’s blog, anonymously! So don’t be puzzled by what you read below. Enjoy! (At the bottom, you will find the link to all participants in this year’s blog share, and no, I’m not…
Burdens: Who really cares about part 3 anyway?
I heard a story the other day about a family that had lived here for generations. All of them – every cousin, every aunt, every niece and grandchild and son and daughter. When Katrina came, they had nowhere to go, because everyone they knew was here. Could you afford to pick up and move to…