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“I don’t want it!”
Ahhhh…the joy of newly found vocabulary to a one year old. Not knowing the correct context to use new phrasing in all the time does not seem to stop them saying it non-stop from dawn till dusk. Lo, the resident one-year-old, has taken to the phrase, “I don’t want it.” In true toddler fashion, she…
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Babbling Lo…
I’m a huge babbler, fully aware that I talk way to much…most of the time at a volume uncomfortable to most…and have to consciously stop myself from interrupting people because my brain interjects with conversational jargon to the max. My laugh was and still remains to be how most know, or remember, me by…or how…
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The Dawg Pound.
I’m a Browns fan. Thankfully I”m a distance runner and have a natural appetite for pain and discomfort…otherwise, I don’t know if I’d have the guts and stamina it takes to stick it out as a life-long Browns fan. It takes a different breed to handle all the disappointing seasons…and absent-someone stole our team seasons……
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The Tea Bag.
Ha ha…bet that got your attention. I’m on a serious ‘tea’ kick, and it’s all my sister’s fault. If you study the tea aisle carefully, you’ll find that there is a tea for every ailment in life. When I came down with a stress fracture, she brought me 3 different kinds of tea and honey. …
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Cinnamon Shells
It’s a breath of fresh air to be sifting through shells on the family room floor in January. Grandma and Grandpa brought some back from vacation, and Brianne has been documenting each shell’s possible history one by one. “This one was the home of a baby crab. And then the baby crab moved out of…
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