Family home evening, playing "I can be a missionary now!" in the Friend. H keeps rolling a 1, aka "a 17," to H. He comes in last and is overjoyed.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
skip to main |
skip to sidebar
About Me
- bluestocking mama
- woman, mother of 4 ("Mister," "Sweetie," "H," and "Little Zelly"), wife, Mormon, daughter, sister, friend, doctor of philosophy, academic, baker, runner, reader, sports fan, outdoors-enthusiast.
Blog Archive
-
▼
2012
(86)
-
▼
January
(13)
- January Poem of the Month
- A successful Sunday
- The Looby
- Picture of the Day
- Is it too late to talk about New Year's?
- A massage or a psychoanalysis?
- I'm waving my white flag
- Christmas and New Year's in Utah
- The Promise of Orange
- Christmas Eve and Christmas Day
- Merry Christmas!
- Sweetie's Christmas recital
- I'm at Segullah today
-
▼
January
(13)
My Bluestocking Society
- smartmama
- Hitting the Ground Running
- c jane
- The Mother Load
- sweetpea
- Laura Ware Photography
- Neylan McBaine
- Crap I've Made
- Nie Nie Dialogues
- 5 under 5
- Living la vida loca
- Blog Segullah
- Emlouisa
- The Mad Family
- That's Gonna Leave a Mark
- We're Wingin It
- Rachel
- Mile Markers
- The Super Shippens
- Matthews Family Memories
- Picky Palate
No comments:
Post a Comment