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Category Archives: Little Feet
Hands Up!
Perhaps most of you know the old game of holding your breath while driving through a tunnel. Or maybe it is a superstition that if you hold your breath the entire way through a tunnel and make a wish it … Continue reading
The Little Things are Sometimes Not so Little
One of the many reasons I enjoy writing this blog is that it allows me time to think over the days events; to pick out the little things. It seem that those are the ones most worth writing about, worth remembering. The little things. Things … Continue reading
The Rules for Hide and Seek
Every Tuesday evening during the summer our small town puts on a free concert at the downtown waterfront park. The music variety includes rock, pop, country, Caribbean, and 50’s dance tunes. Last night was swing music, big band style. Not in my top 10 list … Continue reading
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Tagged Big band, Chattanooga Choo Choo, porta-potty, potty training
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Arghhhhh Matey!
To avoid reliving the mortification I felt this morning when the boys and I arrived at the YMCA to swim, sans underwear for myself for the return trip, I will instead tell you what I learned about pirates during our lunchtime conversation. … Continue reading
The Anti-Trip to the Park
Today I loaded up the boys for a nice jaunt to the park. It is summer in most parts of the country but here but it is 61° and cloudy. Again. But it was not raining so for us that … Continue reading
Poop in the Pool
Today is day two of serious potty training. For months now Carter has refused to wear “big boy underwear” and even went so far to get quite upset when anyone ever called him a big boy. He was a Little … Continue reading
