So I’ve been reading this fantastic book called “Encyclopedia of An Ordinary Life” by Amy Krause Rosenthal. I just love this book. It’s like a bunch of random blog entries about different topics in alphabetical, encyclopedic format. I find myself, as I’m reading it, coming up with my own little entries that I could use…
 This was the look on his face most of this day. Just variations on “OH.” Which was pretty super-cool. We ended up having a nice party that was just okay for me. Thankfully, the party wasn’t for me. Steven had a great time, though. Once it started, that is. Last night, I wrapped his…
…write any entries that say anything other than “Good Lord, I’m so tired”? Seriously…do I? Because it feels like I sure don’t. This week was Steven’s “Dino-Mite Student” week at school. Every day, he got to bring a toy to school and have pictures of himself up in the classroom. Today he took the Smelting…
Despite what this picture is trying to claim, Steven is NOT five. He simply isn’t. I refuse it. I shun it. There simply is no way that this boy has been with us five years. I’m so very sad about this. That five years ago, this happened: I woke up on Tuesday, April 24th, with…
During a conversation at dinner regarding Steve’s mom & how she’ll be 80 in 2 years. “Oh. My. GOSH. She’s almost a GIANT!” These are the moments that keep me from returning him for a store credit. Tweet