So maybe this post is a couple of weeks past due. But what a nice idea — 2013 in 13 photos. I saw the idea while browsing one of my favorite blogs – Life in Every Limb and I knew I wanted to do my own. The idea was from a … Continue reading
My daughter IS the definition of independent.
Another day, another sickie.
My smart and sassy little girl just turned 5.
Sure, everyone eats their breakfast standing up with one leg on the table Captain Morgan style.
My 8 year old LOVES french toast. I, on the other hand, do not enjoy making it. This reicpe is the answer if you like the taste of french toast, but not all the time and effort to make it.
Sitting at the breakfast table this morning: Bryson: “It’s Black Friday today.” Natalie Kate: “No it’s not, look out the window – there’s the horses and the farm. It’s not black. It’s a pretty day.”
My oldest son, Bryson, upon hearing me tell his little sister her breath indicated she needed to brush her teeth immediately: “Oh, she’s got Pennsylvania breath.” Me: “What? What do you mean – Pennsylvania Breath? What does that mean?” Bryson: “People in Pennsylvania have bad breath because they don’t brush their teeth. I saw it on T.V.”
Well that clears things up. You learn something new everyday I guess!