I haven’t had time to finish my two new, real blogposts, but they are very much in the works, so I thought I would share some of my little thoughts that I have. Sometimes they are built off of phrases that I say regularly and then sometimes they are theoretical conversations that play out in… Continue reading Snippets and tidbits
Seems like just yesterday I was dreading the onslaught of children with nothing better to do than wander the streets in front of my house, riding their bikes fishing poles in hand, getting into mischief because, well, school’s out. My baby was new, barely doing more than waking, eating and sleeping. When I was on the… Continue reading Where did summer go?
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