She’ll turn it into a holder for her princess dolls.
Rather inventive, no?
A friend shared this story about her five-year-old daughter:
Daughter: “Mommy, tell me a secret.”
Mom (whispering): “I think you are sweet and funny.”
Daughter: “Now, I’ll tell you one… (whispering) Read the rest of this entry
Here are my ideas. Vote or add your own:
- Spice Boy
- Baby Spice
- Spice Spice Baby
Joseph’s sisters were having fun with him and their stuffed animals.
He doesn’t seem to mind.
Getting a little higher…
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A quick note to show you this. My daughter made a path for the tooth fairy from the doorway to her pillow. Do you think the tooth fairy will miss it?
A lot of predators along the way. It’s more like running the gauntlet. Or rather, flying. Read the rest of this entry
No actual Bobs were hurt or thought about during the writing of this post. Shoot. Now I just thought of one. I hope he’s okay.
I was reciting spelling words to my ten-year-old. One of the words was recurring. She wrote it twice. On purpose. Clever girl.
This is the same girl who, six years ago, was in a narrating kick. She once said, “Lucy is walking, walking, walking. Lucy is leaving the room.” (Thank goodness.)
There’s a man who periodically comes to the door asking if he can cut branches off our eucalyptus tree. I think he said his sister uses them in her florist shop. Since the tree grows like a weed and we occasionally have to have it professionally trimmed, I’m always happy to let him.
This time he said he’d be right back after picking his kids up from the school around the corner. When he was gone for a long time I worried he’d changed his mind. Finally there was a knock on the door. The man’s young son was standing there with a bouquet of flowers.
“My mom said to give these to you.”
I thanked him and told him to pass along the thanks to his wonderful mom. I neglected to Read the rest of this entry
Yes, we’re back from our trip to New Mexico. I’ll post pics of the incredible vistas soon. But first, this story from a friend’s Christmas card. When I asked her permission to use it, she said it’s a story that’s meant to be shared. So here we go.
Her 12 year-old son was in a car accident with two other boys and the driver. The car was hit, flipped over once or twice, and the back passenger seats were completely torn off from the rest of the car. (Yeah. That’s a crazy bad accident.) The driver was not too bad off, but one of the boys was sadly killed and another was life flighted away with serious injuries. Amazingly, after lots of work done, he walked out of the hospital five days later, completely and fully recovered.
My friend’s son woke up in the grass 20 yards away from the crash, even though his seatbelt was still buckled in the car.
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You want me to eat you?
Okay! Read the rest of this entry