Hello, dear blog readers! I'm afraid I don't have anything of consequence about which to write, other than a few "isms" my silly little man has been spouting at me lately. (And the toddler is pretty funny, too.) Ha ha.
Actually, it's the toddler, not my spouse, I wish to quote.
"What does a bowel say? Whoo! Whoooo!" (I think he meant owl. You get the point.)
Upon seeing a jello salad/dessert I made for a baby shower: "Ohhhh! Cake! Happy birthday to meeee, happy birthday to meeeeee!...Happy birthday to a box, happy birthday in a box....." (I'm not sure I follow, but I think it's a little bit funny.)
(To the tune of 'Old MacDonald':) "Buzzy Buzzy Lightyear, E-I-E-I-Ooooooooh!...(long pause) Grandpa Himer Farm Farm Farm! E-I-E-I-O!!!!!" (I'm sure my dad will appreciate the Grandpa humor.)
Happy Early Monday Morning to you all, dear blog readers!
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The life and times of a nurse, her husband, their tiny children, and their every-day adventures.
A Life Defined
A neonatal ICU-loving RN; a messy "home chef" in the making; a wanna-be gardener; a reader of good historical fiction; a lover of good gourmet food; someone whose spouse makes her laugh every day; a novice quilter; a woman who regularly gets her oil changed; a procrastinator of getting the mail; an envier of gingerbread-house-makers; a rusty pianist; an insomniac who cooks and does laundry when she can't sleep; an officianado of sleeping late ("jet lag" is routine when you work nights); a longing traveller who hopes to be able to see more of the world someday; a person who wishes she could draw or paint and will maybe take lessons someday; a singer/dancer when the blinds are drawn and no one is home while doing household chores; but mostly just a normal human being in need of God's grace everyday.
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