The Littlest Bookworm
The girl loves reading. I’m pretty happy about it. When we are at home, we are never more than two-feet away from a book. There are some that make me ...
The girl loves reading. I’m pretty happy about it. When we are at home, we are never more than two-feet away from a book. There are some that make me ...
‘Tis the season for barbecues, late nights at the park, s’mores, watermelon, running through the sprinklers, and that googie mayonnaise chicken (or potato) salad that sits in the sun getting ...
Let me just tell you that as I’m typing this, I have a sweater on. A sweater. In July. That should be illegal. Also, the fact that I’m making ice ...
I know I’ve mentioned this before, but we usually go to church on Saturday night. This makes Sunday mornings the squiggliest, coziest, most relaxing few hours of the week. Meeker ...
See, I told you we could eat salad after that deep fried mess on Wednesday. Speaking of Wednesday, how was your 4th of July –or if you’re not American – ...
It all started when my daddy handed over a box of old cookbooks that belonged to my mama. This is the first one I picked up. Um, 1937. This sucker ...
My baby is officially walking. While holding the hand of her one-and-a-half year old cousin, she took her first steps on Sunday night. Monday morning, she was taking the house ...
Bears. Beets. Battlestar Galactica. No, just kidding. This one is just about beets. They’re pretty little gems, aren’t they? Maybe it’s because red is my favorite color. Maybe because ...