I suppose it is inevitable that the only time my baby would sleep for longer than an 11 minute stretch would be when I am pushing her in her stroller on our 5 km jaunt.
Here be Farmer Brown:
Steve has been working his already petite butt down to a nub! Like a madman he’s been stripping the apple trees of their ruby treasures and piling together tho
I did not realize what a cloudy fog of sleep deprivation I was clawing through during Avelyn’s first few weeks.
It’s cherry season. We have about 400 pounds of cherries to sell so we made up a bunch of cardboard signs and posted them on the road, beckoning fruit lovers to come and taste.
It’s hot. Really, really hot.
And I am tired. Really, really tired.
How’s that for a great opening hook?
Seriously, the heat sucks all the creative juices out of me.