I have missed you a lot today. I have missed Corbin too. I'm a total goof for dropping my phone when I was on Lunch today. I had to run home to get a cream for Avery, she complained and I didn't know if she would have needed the cream for the day. but they … Continue reading Hey Beautiful!
Why years have to begin and end in the dead of winter I will not understand. The alternative of beginning and ending in the fullness of summer life seems so much more appealing. Somehow this became the norm.
Hello crunchsters. Today's quick cloth diapering update is brought to you by a 0412 Corbin wake up call and day old coffee modified with powdered creamer and stevia. BLAH! Not exactly how I wanted to start my Saturday, but alas here I am. Where to begin... Well we are still going strong with our little … Continue reading The Diapering Saga: One Month Down with Many More to Go.
In this same way, despite our evolution, but perhaps because of it, modern mankind is returning to the humanity and innocence of the proverbial village.
My oldest daughter asked me if a flower she picked would ever die. She asked if a flower not picked would live for ever. I replied, that everything that is alive now will one day die. I told her that a season exists for both life and death for everything. She waved the Black Eyed Susan I picked for her in the air.
Two months after I filed for divorce, a friend of mine who eventually became my children's step mother and the mother of my youngest child and my current wife - Savanah, encouraged me to visit the doctor.
Life is amazing, it's the times of difficulty and challenge when we are face to face with ourselves, the time to see what we are made of. Will we sink or swim. What a blessing!
I have just begun to realize how secure and happy I feel when my kids are all together under our roof. How good it feels tucking my girls in to bed at night. How soundly I sleep when they are at my house.
Doing so, the clippings blew directly onto me as I walked, since the discharge is in the back and not on the side of the machine because this model is intended only to bag clippings.
I don't do it well. Thinking back on my life I have been a real horses ass pretty much since I exited the birth canal. So many ways can I recall that I was promoted to assume my shit didn't stink. Social, familial, all provided nurturing that lead to my egoism. A huge example, and … Continue reading Gratitude