Just Surviving
It’s cold. Really cold. And I’m still sick to boot. It snowed a couple days ago, but now all the pretty white stuff has melted and combined with the dirt and muck to make a layer of gray awful over … Continue reading
Tag Archives: convos with my two year old
Rock Collector
It started during the work day. A nagging, hot stabbing pain like being poked by a blunt stick that was also for some reason near a fireplace for a few minutes but not exactly on fire. And I thought…could this … Continue reading
Teething Trauma
So, Gibs will indeed get his two front teeth for Christmas. Will we survive to Christmas is now the question. Between extra hours at work and maintaining the house and starting a new business venture, I’m not sure if any … Continue reading
Hungry For Motherhood 