As our sheets were drying in the sunshine on the back porch, Oliver and I were struck with a fabulous idea. A little of this…
Looking through the refrigerator this morning for Hazel’s breakfast, the only yogurt flavor I could find was Chocolate Underground. Certainly not purchased with her in
… is in full gear! And that party planning committee consists of me, Oliver, and some faulty internet ordering. He’s the Chairman, I’m the President.
First of all, can I just say that I tried? I really, really tried. And some times, I fail. This was one of those occasions.
Oliver was sitting on my lap this afternoon and I was running my fingers through his hair when I came across a particularly prickly spot.
{making valentines with my firstborn} {completing some much-needed housekeeping in my filing drawer} {his “best ‘Z’ yet”} {Urgent messages slipped under the door} {baker’s twine
Today Oliver grabbed his bucket of small angry men and asked me to play war with him. I don’t know a whole lot about war,
Oliver has been laid flat with a high fever since Monday evening (it’s now Friday evening) and has been either asleep, delirious or watching Charlie
I want to thank you for all of your very respectful and informative comments and e-mails regarding Oliver’s car seat safety in my post yesterday.
