Ride a horsey into town. Ride a horsey…don’t fall down! Grandpa made this rocking horse for her. She adores it. So do I. You may also enjoy: Mila Monday Mila Monday: Forty-seven Weeks Mila Monday: Thirty-three Weeks
Hair Woes
Once upon a time I had curly hair. Wait. Let me back up. Once upon a time I had weird wavy-ish hair. It was bushy, really, like I imagined Hermione Granger’s was before the Harry Potter movies came out and Emma Watson clearly did not have naturally bushy hair but she was a good enough Hermione that I let that… View Post
Cake #3: Yellow Cake w/ Chocolate Sour Cream Frosting
Guys. This cake did not turn out the way I anticipated. For one thing, it is so ugly. (Poor cake, all lopsided squashed and sad. I shouldn’t say it’s ugly. It’s just a sweet spirit is all. I felt bad, though, using the pretty cake plate my sister-in-law gave me for the first time on such a pitiful treat.) For… View Post
Mila Monday: Eighty-six Weeks
She likes to help Mama “cook cook cook!” in the kitchen. This time she was mixing up cake flour and honey nut Cheerios, and evidently it was delicious. Every time she sampled her concoction (which was frequently) she’d tell me, “Mmmm, ‘licious.” Weirdo. You may also enjoy: Mila Monday: Fifty-four Weeks Mila Monday: Forty-three Weeks Mila Monday: Five Weeks
Faithful Introverts: A Svithe
The following is a draft I started ages ago, before we moved, when I was first counselor in the Primary presidency and David was the Young Men’s president and our ward was kind of dysfunctional and we were stretched pretty thin. The asterisks mark where the draft starts and ends; after that are my thoughts now. Forgive me. This is… View Post
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