Avelyn has been fighting a fever and flu for four days now: chills, dizziness, vomitting, aches, the whole she-bang.
Summer:
Hooded towel, watermelon juice dripping down the arms, cheezie dust ground into fingertips and corners of mouth, secret turd trapped in bathing suit bottom.
“Mom, I know how you can tell girl horses and boy horses apart now,” Karenna stated.
Oh dear, here we go, I thought.
Avelyn is getting used to her new glasses.
The older girls danced beautifully at their year-end ballet recital.
I’ve been working too much, but that’s the name of the game.
Somewhere along the line I became one of those people who only blogs once a month. When I first started blogging, I was so into it and would easily pound out five posts a week, loving every minute of it.
Karenna has been on a bit of a horse kick lately and she has this funny costume she loves to wear and gallop around the house in.