I sat down to breakfast this morning, and my not-yet-two-year-old daughter in the highchair beside me was singing… in French! Any suggestions?
(The older girls have been singing “Are You Sleeping” in French for the past many days, and I guess she picked it up.)
It seems our lot in life includes a fair share of burying animals.
R.I.P.
White space can be a Good Thing.
Just a few pics from our trip to the great state of Missouri.
The girls all seemed to enjoy the Gateway Arch, even at the very top.
In keeping with our habit of animal deaths, Curly the Goat has expired. She was a good goat.
All 8 of them.
Update: We now have some fish. They are dying also.
