You’ve heard of a milk mustache… this is a spaghetti beard.

After over a week of hauling boxes and clothes and junk we almost have everything over here at the new place. Some pictures are hung, and lots of stuff has been thrown out or given to Kidney Foundation. It’s been nice to de-junk a little bit. I figure if we’ve been hauling it around with us since we’ve been married and haven’t used it, we...

Well, Jack survived this month with no major injury, which I am very thankful for. He nearly bit through his lip, just about had his eye put out as a container with a sharp corner fell on him, fell down the stairs twice… you get the picture. The second time he fell down the stairs he was trying to walk down them wearing my mother’s shoes he had pilfered...

“Grandmas Mommaws hold our tiny hands for just a little while, but our hearts forever.”

Two years ago yesterday, I was swollen up like an overfilled water balloon. We headed to the doctor’s office 5 weeks before my due date for a regular check up, only to be sent to the hospital (do not pass go, do not collect $200) for a 3 hour test (yuck) to see if the protein detected was a false positive. It was not and I then had to spend the night to obtain...

Last weekend we went to visit Mark’s parents in Kentucky, and Jack got to go fishing with Daddy out at the pond. Mark bought a fishing pole for Jack before he was born and he finally got to use it! Well, he mostly got tangled in the short line, but he had fun anyway. I sat down at the piano and opened the Country and Western Gospel Hymnal to pick through the...