Still Shuddering

I quickly lose sight of the fact that she is only 4 and a half.  I’ll be the first to admit that I have become complacent.  I leave her to her own devices at times.  Especially when I am trying to run a house by myself.  She is also painfully independent (see aforementioned slamming of bedroom door).  I trust her not to put peas up her nose or to eat crayons.  I am far too trusting.

Mouse Assassin and Other Titles

Fall is more challenging than Summer.  This is just a truth.  Summer is the time for eating tomatoes from the garden with balsamic vinegar and calling it dinner.  For staying up a little late and chasing fireflies in the yard.  Fall is none of these things. None. Of. Them.