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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?
“If I had a pony, I’d ride him on my boat”
To say that I love the ocean may be an understatement, but it will do. I never feel as liberated ( in all manners) as when I stand at/on/in the ocean. It’s as if the ocean’s counterpart
“i gave her my heart, she gave me a pen.”
My mom, with a $15 garage sale purchase, single-handily won Liam’s heart, again: a bike this time, not spider-man shoes. He’s been riding the pedal-less bike (Scuut) since we bought it for him two Christmases
little words
As I mentioned in the post before, Liam has a little stomach bug right now, so he stayed home from school to rest. Liam: (entering the kitchen) Mom, I feel much better. I need to
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
little words
I remember as a child and teenager hearing, “why are you so eager to grow up? What’s the rush?” Even as a little person, I idealized the future. Certainly, the mystery of the unknown,
the powdered sugar incident
So this last week I’ve been cleaning out the kids rooms of toys, books, and needless junk to make room for more toys, books, and needless junk. Anyway, the other day while in the midst
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
little words
me: Do you want to color? Liam: Yeah, that would be great! Let’s color in this book. me: No, let’s color these pages here. Liam: No mom, if you want to color, these are your