Sorry for the lack of descent blog posts lately. What can I say? It’s not that I haven’t had any content, I’ve just been too busy with it all. I’ve been meaning to share our t-ball opening day with you all week, but I just haven’t found the time and honestly, I’m wiped out. The… Continue reading Marching Along
Dear Mr. Ice Cream Man. Why must you park your truck with all its precious goodies; popsicles, frozen lemonade, novelties shaped like Spiderman, RIGHT in front of the T-ball field in the MIDDLE of their game? It makes no sense. Of all the fields to park in front of you chose the field with 4… Continue reading A Letter To The Ice Cream Man:
