Skip to main content

I Can't Believe That I Did It

I actually posted every day this month. Miracles. They are real people.

Tonight is a date night for the husband and I. Should be a good time.

I'm rocking a killer migraine right now so my last NaBloPoMo post is gonna be a teeny one.

Here, enjoy these photos:

Here's the boy from a couple days ago. He's going to be 5 in four weeks. FIVE people.

This is one of my all time favorite photos. It was not an intended pose. He was crying and I turned him onto his tummy and he looked up grinning from ear to ear. I love it.

Here he is with my sister in law in the same photo shoot. Their hair seems to blend together. My husband's baby sister is having her own baby in three months. I know I've told you that already but still, I wanna hear it.................Awwwwww. Thanks. Good Internet.


Les said…
Congrats on NaBloPoMo - and on The Boy's upcoming cred. It goes by fast, doesn't it? Kyla turned 13 in August and, no word of a lie, she was 7 about 3 weeks ago. Too fast.
Peter Davidson said…
Grow in grace, and in the knowledge of our Lord and Saviour Jesus Christ. To him be glory both now and for ever. (2 Peter 3:18)

Come and see!

God bless.

Popular posts from this blog

One Of These Things Is Not Like The Other

When was the first time that you realized that your home was not like other people’s homes? 

My house has always been different from other houses. I don't think I could narrow it down to a particular time. I recall not having friends stay over. Ever. I always stayed at all my friends' houses and called their moms "Mom".

Not a lot of my friends were only children so to them, I was the odd duck. Believe me, I *was* the odd duck. Just for a myriad of other reasons.

Having a family of my own, I really see the differences in houses. We are more relaxed with some things that would not fly in other houses. It gets loud in our house. Extremely loud. If I stopped them from being loud all the time, I wouldn't get a single thing done. I tend to jump in right away when the kids are arguing because it can, and will, quickly snowball into WWIII and someone (or both) will be crying. We let our son play the Wii, computer or DS for far longer than other parents or even the "…


Please do not ask me to email photos out, I get entirely too many requests for them. These are the ones that I have at home, thanks to a couple of sources.

This Has To Be Said

I haven't blogged in 8 months. We bought a house, still unpacking, school started. You know, life. I felt the need, the urgent need to blog about the Adrian Peterson situation today. I am full of all sorts of feelings and had to write about it. I would love to hear your thoughts on this whole thing. No really, I would. I don't feel I was a douchebag in my writing so all I ask is you not be a douchebag in your response. Thanks.

My thoughts on the Adrian Peterson situation (but first, some backstory):
I was spanked as a child. I'm pretty sure most of us that grew up in the 80s were.Until the summer between 5th and 6th grade I lived in Charelston, SC and from 6th to 11th grade, North Chicaco, IL. I have seen every form of discipline doled out on a child. I've seen spankings, beatings, hairbrushes smacked into heads, spoons hitting the tops of heads, whips, belts and even switches. I've seen it all.Most of you know that my son is named after a little boy who died from c…