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Today, I took the kids to go swimming. On the way (not really), I picked up a car-less friend who lives on this little dirt road, among over-grown landscape and wild vermin. Sounds appealing, right?
I know why the caged bird screams.
I think I’ve mentioned Blythe’s scream before — the one that sounds like a ring-wraith. At 18 months, it only grows more powerful by the day. She longs to communicate, to be heard and understood.
can you hear me now?
Being at least two feet smaller than most people around you must leave you with a sense of being unseen, and therefore unheard. That’s my only assumption for Burke’s volume level when he speaks. Even his
our little girl’s split persona
Meet Sweetie-McGoody… …and now, the cougar. Blythe adds so much dimension and personality to our little family. Even at almost 17 months, she demands an audience. The Sweety-McGoody-Blythe greets me in the morning with her large, doe eyes, dimpled smile, and a
It’s the most wonderful time of the year, part one
I really love the Christmas season: pageants and ballets, music and lights, Christmas trees, hot chocolate (or peppermint mocha’s), white elephants, parties, friends and family, and of course for the Douglass family, a little thing called