The mural on the old police station said it all, “Welcome to Concrete, the center of the known universe.”
“Well, that’s pretty presumptuous,” I said to Chris. Continue reading “Creeped Out at Devil’s Tower”
The mural on the old police station said it all, “Welcome to Concrete, the center of the known universe.”
“Well, that’s pretty presumptuous,” I said to Chris. Continue reading “Creeped Out at Devil’s Tower”
It’s all fun n’ games until Kid #3 falls in the mud.
“Honey! Don’t laugh! She’s really upset,” Chris raised his eyebrows at me.
The laughter bubbled up inside me and I hid behind Kid #4’s ball and giggled wildly with my quiet voice. Undoubtedly with parenting, there is a fine line between hilarity and madness. I knew the work that lie ahead, my amused face a mere mask for the frenzied to-do list in my head.
Continue reading “Ordinary Extraordinary #2: Having a Ball!”