The phrase that we used to hear a lot around here was “my do”. Now that we have a twenty-one month old, it’s “my whole do”. She’s not as satisfied with our offers of assistance, less pleased with our gentle redirections or even firmer “no’s”. She is extending that arc of comfortable distance from us. …
from the third story
I love the bird’s eye view from up here, particularly when the dogwood blooms like it has this week and the sun is setting on a simply glorious spring day. I can hear dogs barking and cars buzzing by, and the occasional voice traveling up through the screen. It’s like being in a tree…
hmmm… who’s that?
Someone knows the drill. Make ice cream, take a picture, lucky bystanders get a sample. Or a bowl, if they are especially cute.