Four-year-old big 

  McKinley turns 4 today.  “1. 2. 3. 4,” she excitedly pronounces to the world. My bustling -happy- hyper- curious- passionate -confident- and quite often stubborn -mini me.  You can tell she’s older.  “Come on Cora, you can do it—No Cora that’s our neighbor’s yard.”  Just by the way she tries to redirect her little…

Where do you get inspiration? 

I get my inspiration from my 3-year-old. I dedicated a wall to McKinley’s art work. It’s been a slow coming master piece.    ~g

My baby–isn’t so much a baby anymore.

It’s pretty custom to write a fresh blog post for the New Year.  But, this time it’s not about resolutions or solutions.  And, it’s not a trip down memory lane either.  I get tired of reading posts like that.  You know–posts that are full of optimism and hope for the New Year to bring new things.  Posts…

Sibling Spegetti 

McKinley’s sister Cora eats spegetti For the first time:   😁😁😁 “Yikes! Sorry mom.”   “I’m cute though!”    “Oh my gosh—look at this mess mom! What are we gonna do!?”   “OOh well! What are Ya gonna do about it? We live and learn, right Ma?! ”  “Hahah! Yessssssss! I totally got mom!”     “Woohoo!…

Analytical Reasoning of 3 year olds. 

McKinley asks, “Where does Meme live?”  “Reynoldburg,” I say.  “Where is Reynoldsburg?” “In Columbus.” “Where is Columbus?” “Ohio.” “Where is Ohio?” “In the United States.” “Where is the United States?” “The world.” “Where is the world?” “Outter space.” “So that means I’m in Outter space!  I can’t handle myself in outer space.” ~g