If only I were an ice cube

I’m wilting. Melting. Dehydrating. Shriveling. Mummifying. IT IS THAT HOT here in East Tennessee. We’ve had this awful heatwave for the past few days, and our air conditioners cannot keep up. (We live in a house built by my husband’s great-great grandparents… so no central heat-and-air for us!) We have two window units, and the …

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Grossness

I don’t think Nathan chews his peas when he eats them; he must be swallowing them whole. At least, that’s what his dirty diapers are telling me. It is not a lovely sight at all. Not one bit. It’s it’s not just whole, unchewed peas that I’m finding. There is also corn. Whole kernels of …

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