Bebe O has a big strong name. His papa is big and tall, his mama is tall. His sister? Also tall. Bebe O? Well, not so tall. Yet. He’s got big shoes (ha, not necessarily mine) to fill. But time’s passing (all too) quickly and he’ll be grown before I know it. For now,…
When I lived alone (no Hubband, Bebes or doggie), my house was immaculate. Every Sunday I’d scrub every inch of every surface till you could eat off of it (you know, if you wanted to, I mean. Not that I ever did). Usually I called a friend while scrubbing, always there was music. We…
I’ve been thinking about getting Bebe H a real bike since she was about 1-1/2 years old. Not because I’m some giant riding fanatic (though I do have a history of taking off for entire summer days on my bike – alone – in late elementary school), but I just thought it would be the…
We road-tripped over the Memorial Day holiday, which is always an event for our little family (6 hours in the car with a 3 year old and a one-year-old = 4 stops at McDonalds, a stop at Starbucks and a gas-station-junk-food run). Even though my and my husband’s family live all over the US, this…
Bebe H got a set of princess lipglosses for her third birthday a few months ago, and she Luuurrrrrrrrvvs them. Capital L. She paints those suckers on whenever she gets her hands on them. She’s sparkly, gooey, fruity lipped most days. Well, in her newfound three-year-old maturity, however, she’s learning a little about being a…
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