She’s into Three Little Pigs these days. And crackers. Not a good combo.
… and then
Trail o’ Tears
Blogger’s note: if you are here looking to plagarize a paper on what the white man did to the Natives, go look in a real book and not on the web. This is a post about parental failure.
This is what happens when Addy does not take a nap.
What’s the problem here? She was mad because she wanted that pouch I gave her.… and then
2 years, 2 months
On the car ride home from daycare, I normally ask Addy what they did today. For the most part it’s just been babbling or she will list off some of the kids she loves. But lately she’s been telling me real things. The other day she goes “outside it was cold and raining.” It was cold and raining! WHAT?! We can have some conversations about life. … and then
The Artist
Daddy Brownlee was an artist.
TMite is an artist
(go see her whole gallery)
So through the magic of genetics I think Addy might have picked up that gene. I’m not about to post some pictures of Addy doing Picaso-esque things, that would have went straight to YouTube for my fame, but I am thinking she might really be into it.… and then
Membership Life
Last weekend Brownlee had to take Addy to a party at Chuck E Cheese’s. When he got home he looked like he had been to a warzone.
“Kids…..
Everywhere.”
That’s really all he could say about it. Fortunately YaYa got us a membership to the Houston Children’s Museum. After that first visit she was sold on it and now I don’t have to subject myself to Chuck E and nem for indoor play this summer.… and then
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