My middle baby, that is. I’m not sure why these things always blind-side me the morning of the big day. I mean, it’s not like I haven’t known it was coming up. For heaven’s sake, there have been countless meetings (seriously, countless), clothes ordered and prepared, housecleaning, invitations sent, hall decorating, portapotties delivered – you
Scratchings in the Dirt
Month: June 2011
Happy Birthday, Adam!
My baby is nineteen today. My first baby, that is. As the book reads, “as long as you’re living, my baby you’ll be.” So very true. I remember so well the day he was born. It was a gorgeous summer – hot days and rain nearly every night. Everything was so lush and green.
We’re getting a new bus driver.
Not because we need one. Or even because we want one. We’re getting a new bus driver because it’s a union, folks. We have had at least one child riding this school bus since 1997, and there have been a lot of different drivers. Last year, a woman who lives in our area got the
Quick Takes – again!
1. We think Derek has some strange, rare disease. He just went out and started cutting grass ON HIS OWN, WITHOUT BEING ASKED! I don’t believe the symptoms are full-blown yet, though, because he hasn’t done the other jobs that are waiting to be done. 2. Stephen went to a friend’s on a Saturday night