Month: January 2013

Handy Daddy

Potty Training was a sitting duck for Dee. Conquered it no problem. I really had to do surprisingly little. The girl didn’t like stewing in her own juices, and she was ready and willing to tackle the alternative. But getting her to wash her hands? Has been an ongoing process. A battle really. She just DOES NOT want to do… Read more →

Houndton Tabby [Or, Getting Swept Up In A Cultural Phenomenon]

Yep, that’s Matthew Crawley as an Australian Shepherd. Spot on, right? He’s a TOTAL Australian Shepherd. I think it’s both the puppy dog eyes AND the soft jawline. And Lady Mary makes a lovely Borzoi, don’t you think? Ahhhh, this is inspired. The Dowager Countess Sphinx Cat. {Kim Parkhurst’s “Houndton Tabby” collection via Toadbriar} So far, my best decision of… Read more →

Big Girls Don’t Cry

I keep wondering: Who let this kid in our house? And what happened to that baby that was here? I read this post about one Mama’s decision to check her teenager daughter into rehab, and then I read this post about another Mama’s decision to have the sex talk with her preteen, and I can’t believe that before I know… Read more →

Running Against The Wind

Having miss lady home for two weeks has wreaked havoc on all our lives. It’s hard to believe that just three short months ago this was our norm. Thank Moses for good friends (mine and Dee’s) to help us weather the storm. {day 4 of 365} So far I’m really digging using whatever part of my brain that’s required for… Read more →

The Other Woman

{Day 3 of 365} Today was the first day of this little experiment that I had some time to myself and I surprised me by remembering to grab my camera before I left the house. I carried it around all day only to realize when I returned home that Ethel had been waiting for her close-up. Read more →