Breakfast

Girlie was channeling a dolphin this morning. The squealing was from joy not distress but still painful to my ears none the less. She finished her third bowl of cereal then poured her milk in the high chair tray, splashing is part of her fun in any liquid. Naptime came and she was impossible to…

This post and that

I have a memory that could fit into a thimble. I write posts that sit on my desktop begging aching to be published on my blog for long blotches of time before I get around to the long process of naming them and finding them again before I realize whether or not I posted them…