We need to purchase some baby items for our newest little one, but we have a trump card for the retail racket.
This Sunday, I’m eating cookies for breakfast in bed. Maybe I’ll even share with the kids.
I’m leaving my kids for five days, and I’m having major anxiety. Or is that excitement?
There is a definite discrepancy between what I say and what he hears.
I got a new car! Well, new to me, but I love it.
Two weeks late. Two pink lines. “Honey, are you ready to be a daddy again?” Calling everyone we know. Tired. So tired. Just waiting for Grace to nap. Queasy. Just a bit queasy. Gerber commercial on TV. “We’re havin’ a baby! Whoop…whoop!” “If it’s a girl, can we name her after my grandma Shelly?” Groundworking […]
On most ranches, wrangling the cavvy is a chore. Cowboys can earn more wrangle duties by having a messy stall, being late to the barn in the morning, or losing a game of “Out” on the roping dummy. When I worked for the Van Norman ranch, wrangling could take the better part of an hour; […]
After being a mother for two years (I totally count gestation. Pregnant people are mothers, too.), I am happy to announce that I have finally fully accepted this situation. My fifteen-month-old daughter is happy about this as well. Actually, I don’t think she really cares what my feelings are about motherhood, as long as the […]