In October 2008, I took a picture of the boys holding hands and walking together at the local pumpkin patch. Since 2008, I’ve shot the same pose of the boys holding hands. Today was our annual visit to the local pumpkin patch, which meant it was time for the annual shot of the boys holding hands and walking together. Rob and I wonder how many years we have left of the boys being willing to hold hands. Stay tuned.
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The Hair Meets the End of the Line
This post is dedicated to and inspired by Hippie Cahier who wrote, “What’s Next?”.
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If I am in a public place, I will find a spot where I can be discrete. Then, I will do whatever it takes to locate the hair that is brushing against my arm, tickling my stomach, or moving up and down with every blink of my eye.
Strands of my hair seem to fall out on a regular basis. When the strands get caught in my shirts, skirts, bras, eye lashes, etc., I will not rest until I can locate the irritant and remove it. If it means I have to pull off my shirt to locate the sucker, I will.
After reading Hippie’s most recent post, I came to a realization. Actually, I had the realization months ago, but her post (and the hair caught in my shirt) created the perfect metaphor for me. Continue reading “The Hair Meets the End of the Line”
Project 366: Day 289 The Report
The kids do not have school today. This morning Joe is finishing his report about the sun. The report is due tomorrow. He pulled facts from books, and I helped him re-write the words for the actual report.
While typing up his report he says, “Mommy. You can’t go into the sun. You wrote ‘will find’ and it should be ‘would find’.” He went on to correct my spelling, “Mommy, the inside of the sun has the ‘convective zone’, you wrote ‘connective’.” The boy is in 2nd grade.
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