The following is an example of how Mila interacts with pretty much any object she encounters. Stage one: She tastes it. Stage two: She tries to put it on. Stage three: She gets bored of it. Stage four: She picks her nose and says “nanananana.” Ok, the nose-picking doesn’t always happen. But it was too perfect not to share. Check… View Post
This little imp had cherries for dinner last night.Obviously she didn’t like them at all. When he saw the juice was literally dripping off her hands, David grabbed them and made dark red handprints on her chest. “What are you, baby? Braveheart?” I asked her. “Yes,” David deadpanned. “I Braveheart.” And then I almost choked on my drink, because that… View Post
On our way to Winslow last Saturday, and then as we drove on to Utah Valley, we saw something like this. THRICE. Three separate times, we were convinced our voyage would be terminated because we were driving straight into a fiery inferno. Fortunately the fire outside the ‘slow was pretty small and (I believe) was put out within a day… View Post
This is what coming home from an eight day vacation looks like. Plus an empty fridge, a stack of unpaid bills, and a pile of dirty laundry the size of Mount Fuji. At least the kiddo is fed, mostly clean, and clearly happy. I’m calling that a win. You may also enjoy: Mila Monday: Seventy-seven Weeks: Movie Edition Mila Monday:… View Post
I’m feeling reminiscent. Maybe because Amelia is a year old. And yes, I know her birthday was a month ago, but it’s still a little weird to think about, ok? Plus we’re going to visit some dear friends and family this week who I haven’t seen in years, which has got me thinking about “the good old days.” Plus there’s… View Post