After weeks of blistering temperatures, it’s finally cool out. I’m celebrating the occasion by sitting on my patio, enjoying my black-eyed susans and cone flowers and daisies in the magnificent wildflower garden my husband built for me. As I mused over what to write about this morning, I noticed bathing…
50 pound boy, 300 pound suit
On any given day, my three year old will say a dozen silly things. (If you don’t believe me check his Twitter stream). This one? Not so silly: “Mommy, when I grow up, I want to be an astronaut, but you have to be big and strong to fit in…