I have not lost my mind. Contrary, I'm embracing something that I cannot fight.
parenting
I don't have an interview today. Not for lack of trying, I just didn't get any back yet. I will answer questions you leave in the comments. Ask me things about stuff. As long as I wouldn't mind my mom reading it I will answer.
Who am I?
We are in the middle of a renovation project on our home. Yay! (Can you hear the sarcasm?)
DI Why?
Trebor Rose is my oldest son. His name is Robert backward. He is 9 and pretty fun. Over Spring break, he has managed not to leave the house. He and Taggert are great friends and they play a lot of xBox together. When Trebor was three he learned to read […]
Trebor Rose, Age 9
Happy eighth birthday to my tornado. To the loud noise with sticky stuff on it. To the boy that pretends he needs help with his homework to get a little extra attention while I cook. To my story weaver, the artist with ink stains on his hands. Taggert, you are […]
To Taggert
It’s the time of day most parents love. The house is quieter. We can watch the TV shows with the bad words. We aren’t on baby death watch. (Baby death watch is for those of us with babies that can foil every attempt of baby proofing and can pick locks. […]
