I’ve always admitted that I can’t wait for the empty nest phase of life. As much as I love my girls and protect them with every motherly fiber of my being, there is a part of me that is ready for them to be grown, successful, married, and out of the house. Kids are noisy.Continue reading “Taking applications”
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Rollin’ down the highway
Montgomery, Alabama Warner Robins, Georgia Fayetteville, North Carolina We’re movin’ on up, north that is, and should make it to DC tomorrow. Tonight we’re staying at a homotel…Let me explain. We’ve got a door entrance from the parking lot and a door entrance from the hallway. So it’s a hotel and a motel combined. Get it?Continue reading “Rollin’ down the highway”
Updates? Maybe
I realize it’s been over a week since I’ve written. Yikes! I have several ideas but can’t seem to find the time to write them down. We’ve moved from Alabama and are in transition. We’re in Georgia for a couple of days and then will head up to DC. This move, so far, has beenContinue reading “Updates? Maybe”
She’s addicted
We’re pretty strict about how much tv we let our girls watch. For a while the rule has been one movie a day, and for the longest time they rarely asked for that. The tv is rarely on and I don’t think Reagan knew cartoons were on tv until recently. A month or two agoContinue reading “She’s addicted”
Flintstones vitamins stain carpet (just so you know)
Breakfasts at this house are not complete unless there are Flintstones vitamins. I know you remember them from your childhood. Or were you deprived? And Dino was my favorite. He was probably everybody’s favorite. (He’s Reagan’s favorite and I feel some kind of special bond between us since we share the same favorite Flintstones vitamin character…)Continue reading “Flintstones vitamins stain carpet (just so you know)”
Asking too much
We are a set of the crueler parents out there. We make our kids say please and thank you. We make them use ma’am and sir (which gets mixed reactions, especially in the north). We make Reagan do chores. Oh. my. gosh. You would think we’ve asked her to calculate the value of ∏ out toContinue reading “Asking too much”