Our Bird is thirteen months old and, with great trepidation, starting to walk. He’ll puff out his stomach and chest, swings his arms, and giggling all the time, he’s off. Sometimes. Other times, he refuses, preferring to “walk” on his knees. Weirdo. But crawling, climbing, knee-ing, or walking, the littlest mister is eager to go…… Continue reading Ba! Ba? Ba. Ba ba ba.
Whelp, this is it. My last phew hours of summer break. I’m sure there are better things I could be doing to prepare. Here is some off of my mundane, but very important task list before I fall asleep: Fold and put away laundry that’s currently sitting in the dryer. Tweak stupid PowerPoint. Or get…… Continue reading So long, sweet summer.