Some columns for your Friday reading pleasure:
- My kids aren’t afraid of a little dirt and neither was Neighbor Boy, but now he shows the proper respect for the muddy stuff.
before their full muddy glory, as Neighbor Boy looks on
they're getting the hose. no way around it.
- t-ball and Hoarders and Sunday School and Playa
- Yesterday afternoon Hubby got home from work and checked on the baby. Apparently she’d awakened from her nap a while earlier but instead of letting us know it was time to come get her–as is her usual M.O.–she was lying still on her back, silently looking around, listening to sounds of the jungle play around her. Hubby hypothesized that she was probably scared of a wild insect attack, OR WORSE, and her survival instincts took over, because we all know that crying babies get eaten by tigers.