Want to try something fun? Search for "Worship Music" in the bible and see what you get.
Want to try something fun? Search for "Worship Music" in the bible and see what you get.
Emily has her Daddy figured out pretty well.
Apparently I say the same thing every time I record her so it really should come as no surprise she tells me what to say next.
The last few weeks have been cruddy. Really cruddy on just about every level. I feel like I have wandered into a cow pasture. A pasture that was just occupied by a herd with explosive dysentery. No matter where I step, I seem to be getting poo all over me.
I am hesitant to state what the final straw was because just about the time I think that was it, a whole new bale of hay falls in my lap.
What is with the farm metaphors?
I am ready for this chapter to be over. It has helped walking through it sleep deprived, I can chalk it up to one long nightmare, but even those end in the morning.
Is it morning yet?
Oh wait, I think I actually need to sleep to wake up.
Emily was supposed to be taking a nap.
With a little help from sister as both Mom and Dad were not feeling well.
I will have to talk to my oldest about “incriminating evidence” and encourage her to never consider it.
Emily in her room taking a nap.
She decided to nap while running around counting and reciting the alphabet.
I think big sister had something to do with this.