Little Sam fell asleep in the baby swing this morning while Aline was gardening and I was checking on laundry. As I was coming upstairs and out to the deck I could see he was leaning over precariously close to falling. And then he tipped further. Both Aline and I …
The stench of microwaved brussel sprouts was floating through the air this evening so I told Aline she should bake a cake to freshen the atmosphere. The following conversation ensued: Aline: You’ll have to buy me a new cake pan. Steve: Hazel, should we take some money out of your …
It’s not crawling yet but Sam definitely can inch his way forward – kind of like a dying man who’s been shot in both legs trying to pull his way forward using his arms alone. Next up – getting on his knees to really crawl. I like to think his …
Lately Walter the Farting Dog has been great bedtime reading. How can you go wrong with a dog that has gas . . .
