I used to blog here.
And then I stopped.
And it was…
There were birthdays. And adventures. And moments and days and months.
Maybe I’ll spend more time in this space again. Someday.
For now, I’ll just keep watching Parks and Recreation with my handsome hubby. And I’ll offer up pictures of three cute kids that keep me busy.
(from Songs of Innocence)
by William Blake, 1789
When voices of children are heard on the green,
And laughing is heard on the hill,
My heart is at rest within my breast,
And everything else is still.
‘Then come home, my children, the sun is gone down,
And the dews of night arise;
Come, come, leave off play, and let us away,
Till the morning appears in the skies.’
‘No, no, let us play, for it is yet day,
And we cannot go to sleep;
Besides, in the sky the little birds fly,
And the hills are all covered with sheep.’
‘Well, well, go and play till the light fades away,
And then go home to bed.’
The little ones leaped, and shouted, and laughed,
And all the hills echoed.
Pineapple-Banana Creamy Ice
Makes 2-3 small servings
- 1 c fresh pineapple chunks (chilled), frozen chunks would also work
- 1 banana, frozen would also work
- 1-2 cups ice
For sorbet-like texture: blend until thick and creamy.
For sippy-slurpy texture: blend a little longer and drink it up with a straw (and maybe a cute little umbrella).
Might try freezing these next time for popsicles!
This post is linked up with SortaCrunchy’s 39th installment of “Your Green Resource.”
I’m missing this blog.
But there’s an almost-two-year-old boy and an almost-four-year-old girl who want me to paint with them now.
So that’s what I’m going to do.
“We don’t stop playing because we grow old;
we grow old because we stop playing.”
-George Bernard Shaw
Both of our children slept through the night.
On the same night.
And they went to bed at 7:30 p.m.
And they got up after we got up at 6:00 a.m.
I’m still in shock over the whole thing.
I mean. ALL. NIGHT.
“A three-year-old child is a being who gets almost as much fun out of a fifty-six dollar set of swings
as it does out of finding a small green worm.”
– Bill Vaughan
“The fundamental job of a toddler is to rule the universe.”
Thanks, Mom and Dad, for teaching me to have a sense of humor about parenting.
It has really come in handy.
“When my kids become wild and unruly, I use a nice safe playpen.
When they’re finished, I climb out.”
– Erma Bombeck
Wonder is involuntary praise.