Wordless Wednesday: Multnomah Falls
Some call ’em “bangs,” some call ’em “fringe.” But Rosie and I both have them now.
“Blue canary in the outlet by the light switch Who watches over you Make a little birdhouse in your soul” – Birdhouse in your Soul – They Might Be Giants
Not too long ago, she was just a little girl. Now Rosie is a young lady.
Maybe this time, I’ll get the answer I need to help my sleep improve…
Sunset over Manhattan Beach, California 3/9/11
What do you do when your immune system is compromised, your husband is out of town, your daughter comes down with strep throat, and your doctor has told you to avoid being around sick people? You put on your respiratory mask, get in the car, and drive your kid to your parents house.
Rosie has a tortilla face! With funny random things like this, there’s no doubt why I keep her around (other than the fact that she’s my daughter)
If I didn’t know exactly how it feels to be wrapped up in a text conversation and sipping an icy Diet Coke, I might be sad that my blogging eBFF April Durham stopped paying attention long enough for me to snap this blackmail picture.