It rains hard here in Indiana!
And when it does we get thunder, lighting, and a front yard river!
Fun! (SJ and I enjoying the mini-flood)
It rains hard here in Indiana!
And when it does we get thunder, lighting, and a front yard river!
Fun! (SJ and I enjoying the mini-flood)
Myron: “Mama, was I home birthf or at hospital?”
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Myron: “I pooped but then hands came out of my butt and put it back”
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Myron: “Oh he is sneaky like me Mama”
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Myron: “What’s a bra for?”
Mama: “For my breasts”
Myron: “Oh, so your milk makers have someplace to rest.”
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Myron: “I drew an asteroid hitting earth and then it burned up in fire!”
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Myron: “Mama, I guess Indiana is not all that great… when do we move to Hawaii?”
Letters and numbers are not the favorite things but I can now write my name from memory!
I know a ‘little’ n goes at the end but I like to write the capital N better.
A yard full of trees = a yard full on leaves in the Fall.
Luckily we have a handy dandy leaf trailer!
The road into our neighborhood has a hill! (or rather a big dip) It’s the biggest hill I have concurred on my bike to date!
We’ve been unpacking for while now… on a random whim Myron decided to help unpack, carefully taking the paper off of each glass… ‘how sweet’ I thought…
Only later do I discover his real motive was to secretly fill the laundry room with paper…
before he was done… the laundry room was filled… the garage floor was covered and ‘yellow’ bathroom was filled with paper above his head… I guess a lot of paper = a lot of mischief