I remember a parent/teacher conference when my son was about 10. His teacher showed me a story he had written that was peppered with grammar and spelling mistakes. When I pointed then out to her, she said she was encouraging his imagination and wasn't concerned with his spelling or grammar. His grammar has improved but he still can't spell.
Congratulations on your excellent health report. My annual check up is fast approaching and I'm beginning to think maybe I should start eating more veggies and walking more.
I didn't get my first job until I was 11. I was to feed the neighbour's noisy pack of beagles while they were on vacation. I don't even remember if I got paid. I do remember they had left a fancy glass bowl on the table with some change in it. At the time I was sure they were testing me to see if I would steal it.
Just remember, if your regular fox never comes back it doesn't mean he has come to a sad end. He may have moved his family further from your home, to better hunting grounds or maybe just found someone who bakes better rolls and lasagna.
Drool...I gotta make me some of that French Onion Bread...
In that ancient rock art I see big horn sheep, a UFO and lots of aliens.
The first book I ever finished was one in the Trixie Beldon series. Mysteries for pre & early teens. I find myself reading more in the evening. There's nothing like a good read before bed.
I'd love to rummage through that trunk full of fabrics.
I think Eloise needs some new cat toys. Did you take both cats to Colorado?
I can tell you, without fancy technology, where Angel goes. Couch to food bowl to couch to litter box to couch, repeat.
The more active she is before birth is a good sign of how active she will be after. Kraymer is adorable.
You need a hobby. Have you thought about learning to knit?
My first four articles have no comments and I know there were some originally. All my pictures seem to be in place.
I remember playing with a toy sewing machine. Not sure if it was mine or a friend's. Could have been my sister's. By the time I was fifteen I was in all sorts of sewing classes and making my own wardrobe.
DH loves his 'all natural'(No added salt or sugar. Just peanuts.) peanut butter. My eldest daughter loves it too. When she was about four she dragged a chair over to the cupboards, climbed up on it and tried to wrestle our humongous can (with hubby and 3 kids eating the stuff, I bought it in bulk) of peanut butter off the shelf. It was heavier than she thought and as it slipped from her grasp and tipped towards her the lip popped off. About a half gallon of oily PB flowed down the front of her dress, legs, socks and slippers, not to mention the chair and floor. Ah the good ol' days.