Six? Really? Already? When did that happen? I remember the night that she was born, a month early, the day before I planned to go camping “because I wasn’t sleeping anyway”. Yep, our little girl, 6 pounds 2 ounces and so noisy. She didn’t like to be touched or moved. She was a silly, squeaky… Continue reading When did she get so big?
My thoughts turned darkly, I didn’t sign up for this. I put another shirt in the drawer, I’m not asking for much. Sigh. I didn’t sign up to be alone, to do all this alone. But I did sign up for this. I signed up for “For better or worse”, I signed up for in… Continue reading I didn’t sign up for this:
“I’m Done!” “What Lord?” “Aunt Dani! I’m done.” Maybe not from above, but still very pressing, at least to the three year old waiting for my assistance in the bathroom. As moms (and day care providers) it seems like we are constantly moving about and our minds constantly whirring, trying to plan meals, naps, play… Continue reading A voice from above…
Okay, so I looked for a picture of the chickens to share with this post but strangely couldn’t find one. Weird. So, I am a life long food waster. “Hello. My name is Danielle and I regularly waste food, which is one of the reasons that I got chickens.” I’m a bit ashamed. I feel… Continue reading Ending my days as a food waster.
“FISHY! Why are you sleeping!!!?!?!” (From the movie Finding Nemo) That’s how I feel, except the opposite. The picture is of another night, a night where he was sleeping. I shouldn’t really complain because I think he is finally sleeping now, but those last few minutes of making jam? No, he wasn’t sleeping then. There… Continue reading Nemo and late nights
…not enough coffee. Definitely not enough coffee. And before you tell me I’m addicted to coffee and that’s a bad thing let me tell you it’s a good thing. I don’t mind having coffee as a crutch, it helps me clean up 3 pee puddles, a crying baby that just wants to bounce, a dirty floor… Continue reading Squirmy babies, dirt, and pee on the floor….and so much more like…
As a mom of 4, and a pet owner, I find myself suspicious of puddles. With a two year old busy trying not to potty train, and two kittens who think a litter box is not enough, I find myself not assuming someone spilled their drink, but that someone lost control of something else. Even… Continue reading Puddles