Stop, Drop and Blog

I always wanted a sister. I desperately wanted a sister. I sat on my swing set, around age five, just crying because I wanted a sister to play with; swings, dolls, mud pie making and everything in between. Instead, just before I turned eight, I got a brother. Of all things! A brother! I mean, [...]

Every spring, I have a love affair. With a tree.
In our front yard sits an apple tree. Actually, its a splice tree. Half is apple, half is white crab apple. The apple half blooms first, sprouting pink blossoms of love. The white crab apple blooms second, with the flowers having a slight pink tint due [...]

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LittleBrother woke up from his early evening nap just as we were going to spend the last thirty minutes before pre-bedtime-snack outside. FireDad brought him outside and they sat in the shade provided by the house. He wasn’t quite awake yet and so the smiles weren’t forthcoming. And yet, he wasn’t grumpy. He was quiet, [...]

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Oh, BigBrother.
Is it bad news when you know, prior even to this picture at two years, four months of age, that the teen years are going to be somewhat difficult? Do I need to invest in a big stick now? You know. To beat the girls off of him? Trust me. I know. It’s not [...]

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You wouldn’t think it possible for a three and a half month old to play with a two year old and an adult. But it is. Granted, there’s a lot of, “Be easy! Be careful!” But both boys seem to have a good time. BigBrother laughs and giggles. LittleBrother smiles and laughs, his eyes lit [...]