The good things

This is the sight that greets me nealy every weekend morning. I sleep in, and hubby comes downstairs and lays on the couch and snuggles the...

Thing 1 has a perfectionist streak that scares me. She’ll be drawing a picture, or ask you to draw a picture, and if it doesn’t turn out pe...

We set up the Christmas tree last Sunday. The girls helped for the first time ever, and the experience was quite amusing. Thing 1 was so ex...

Taking the girls out to dinner is a crap-shoot. We do it fairly frequently because neither Hubby nor I are very enthusiastic about cooking ...

We have our good days and our bad. Last night was one of the bad ones. I had been dancing with the girls instead of getting ready for Jeff ...

Thing 2 has invented a new friend. It’s a little simple homemade rabbit puppet she fell in love with at Mom’s but smuggled out of their hou...

The girls and I went to the store after I picked them up from school yesterday. I had ordered a little bodum teapot to be sent in from anot...