Houston, Texas girl stationed with my Coastie in New England ... Mommy to a rowdy little boy and a lovely little girl ... sports fanatic (esp. my Fightin' Texas Aggies) ... foodie ... drinker of wine (and beer and tequila) ... passionate about cookie decorating and photography ....
Lord grant me wisdom of heart to see, The difference in duty and love for me. Give me the understanding to know, When duty calls, that he must go. Give me a task to do each day, To fill the months when he's away. And Lord, when duty is in the field, Please protect and be his shield.
Yeah, I said it. Fried chicken. And I cooked it. And I ate it . Every once in a while, a soul needs some fried chicken -- some real, '...
Tuesday, July 12, 2011
Well, the time has come -- time to pull out the safety gate and guard our sweet little [very mobile] Paige from the dreaded, steep, hard-as-nails, wooden stairs that we've lived in fear of her discovering ever since we moved into this old New England house.
She's crawling, pulling up, and scooting all over the place -- nothing is safe ... everything is fair game ... she's a whirlwind.
And she's so not thrilled with being penned into the living room. I feel like I need to give her a tin cup and a harmonica so she can sing the blues.
So sorry, baby girl. Life is full of disappointment.