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It’s no secret that I’ve tampered with Munchie’s pool of friends. (Evidence here and in a couple other random posts I’m too lazy to dig around and find. Don’t get me wrong… I tried… I know they exist… but three… Continue Reading →
Yesterday, I posted a few pictures of Munchie to my personal social media accounts. Before long, I had a slew of comments on each photo to the tune of… OMG – HE GREW UP OVERNIGHT… and WHEN DID HE BECOME A… Continue Reading →
Staying at home for the first two years of Munchie’s life was an unplanned blessing – but it wasn’t easy. During those years, I watched children from two other families… and I still love those kids to pieces. I wouldn’t… Continue Reading →
After a week of continuous assault (thanks to that awesome blizzard), my Play-Doh addicted child had finally squeezed the last ounce of life out of his crumbly play clay (which is now resting in pieces at the bottom of our… Continue Reading →
Munchie is two an a half now… and for the better part of his life, he has been scaring the crap out of adults who are unaware of his… (unique? daring? risky? different?) abilities. Why? Because we encourage risk. Since… Continue Reading →
It’s Fairy Tale week in Munchie’s class. In last night’s daily recap email, his teacher explained, “I changed the story so that it was not so morbid with grandma getting eaten. Our grandma got put into the closet because the… Continue Reading →
I’d be lying if I said a certain amount of guilt hasn’t kicked in. My memory is the equivalent of apples that have been mashed into sauce… with a little spilled on the floor and gobbled up by the dog…… Continue Reading →
Two months later… I finally got the motivation to complete the rockbox! (Original post here.) Washing the pea gravel was a bit of a pain, but I ended up drilling holes (three cheers for power tools) in the bottom of… Continue Reading →
