Gabbie

Gabbie’s 5! (And We’ve All Survived…)

To my dearest, most irrepressible Gabs, Raise one hand high, darling, and spread out all of your fingers.  For the next year, that’s how easy it’s going to be to tell people how old  you are (if,  you know, you don’t want to talk, which you seem more inclined to do than your sister was(…)

Four Is…

Four Is…

FOUR is Fiesty Fantastic Fearless Fearful Fanatic Fabulous Forceful Fierce Friendly Frightening Fancy Fashion-forward Free-thinking Free-wheeling Fascinating Frustrating Finicky Ferocious Fragile Festive Fiery Flamboyant Feminine Formidable Frank Fortunate Funny Frenzied Frabjous GABBIE.   Happy Fourth birthday to our Favorite Four year old!  You give us all the Feels–Former, present, and Future. Love always and Forever, Mommy(…)

I Am Pavlov’s Dog

(And my three-year-old is Pavlov.) So, it’s no secret that three-year-olds are a whiny lot.  I would actually argue (based on my vast experience) that the threes are whinier than the twos, and I firmly believe that the fours are whinier than the threes.  I’ve had one other three-year-old before this, so clearly, I am(…)

Throwing Money at Your Problems (Or How Toddlers and Lack of Sleep Will Make You a Crazy Person)

Throwing Money at Your Problems (Or How Toddlers and Lack of Sleep Will Make You a Crazy Person)

Sigh.  Well, I meant to continue coverage of our vacation with at least one more post, but I’m still, STILL, waiting on SOMEONE to edit his photos, without which I CANNOT COMPLETE THAT POST!!!!  Ahem…  Anyway, that person, whomever he may be, has promised to work on them soon, so perhaps I’ll be able to(…)