1! 2! 3! Simple Garden Salsa!
As simple as putting your shoes on (okay, maybe that’s not a good comparison because 80% of the time Ryder still puts his shoes on the wrong feet).
As simple as putting your shoes on (okay, maybe that’s not a good comparison because 80% of the time Ryder still puts his shoes on the wrong feet).
Rory is sitting beside me on the office stool. We are both wagging our heads to some fun spicy summer jazz tunes and admiring the summer sunset, through the window, bathing the freshly cut bright green front lawn (cut on the diagonal, my favorite!). She is “coloring” a hot rod car a bright sizzling red…
Summer Reading Programs have been a part of my childhood as long as I can remember. I aspire to provide the same opportunities for my kids and this summer, much like the last, is no exception.
“Thump, thump, plunk, plunk!” Hear that? It’s Ryder hitting a tree with a hammer. Not a kid hammer, a full-fledged Daddy hammer. Why is he doing it? Because he’s three I suppose. He’s now out of site and I hear him crying after a good “ka-plunk!”. I imagine whatever he decided to impale next returned…
Aside from throwing epic third birthday parties and entertaining a neighborhood of children in the process, we have been staying busy around the house growing a baby (12 weeks! Come on second trimester, I want to get off this ship!) and traveling to Savannah, GA to congratulate my little brother who graduated from Savannah College…