There’s a kiddo on the deck standing with one hand on the door, and one hand holding a rag. It’s been a rough few days for that little girl; she’s supposed to be working off a consequence but instead she’s … Continue reading
Sips of water. Piles of tissues. No energy to move. Fever, accompanied by chills, aches, and sniffles. I retreated (slowly) back to bed with a couple of books. The bummer about being sick and spending all day in bed with … Continue reading
The first few weeks were fine: Cute little birds in their cute little boxes in our slightly overcrowded bathroom. Little peeping noises from the chicks, beautiful cooing noises from the quail. We could watch them for hours. But then the … Continue reading