Pitty Potty Party

Pitty Potty Party

Since we were talking about Penny . . . Pretty sure her potty-training is my Waterloo.  And I know I’m given to hyperbole and dramatics, but I’m serious about this.  I’m afraid it just isn’t going to happen. Let me be clear – when I write...
Hello Darkness My Old Friend

Hello Darkness My Old Friend

Did you see the title and think I was going to bemoan the time change?  Whine about the loss of light and the soul-crushing blackness? Too bad if you did because that’s not what this is about. Nope. This is about Penny and how she or I – maybe both of us?...
Sixteen Years

Sixteen Years

Sixteen years. Sixteen years we’ve been heading to the canyon, to the same spot, for fall photos. That could mean a lot of things but mostly what comes to mind is, “We should have this down by now!” And by this I mean the choosing of the outfits,...
And So It Begins

And So It Begins

We’ve made it an entire month into the school year and I still don’t know what I’m doing.  I imagined when we started this crazy gig 10 years ago that at this point I’d have it down.  Homeschool would be a finely tuned machine. *snort!* *GASP!*...
Goodness

Goodness

Last week I had an appointment out of the house. The receptionist greeted me in her usual cheery manner and inquired about Gus. “Is he still being a good boy?” I don’t remember how I answered but I’m sure it was vague and mentioned something about sleep. I do know I...