My dog is howling in the laundry room. She’s decided she doesn’t like to sleep alone but we don’t trust her yet loose in the house. I’m all packed up to head out to Ruthanne’s house tomorrow for the Shoot Shop Workshop, and I’m sitting in the dark. Everyone is in bed.
Here’s my week from Instagram.
Hard at work.
Hard at play.
It’s raining baby birds. We found four.
We tried to put them back. They kept falling out. They all died.
She said, “Mama, I’m helping Owen but I am not poking my eye out.” Obviously she has heard that phrase a time or two: don’t poke you’re eye out!
Flashback to 1990. I’m thinking of reinacting this photo soon and doing a side-by-side comparison. I’m so bummed I no longer have those parrot earrings. And how about that denim jumper. It’s like I was destined to be a homeschool mom.
Linking up with Life Rearranged.