Guess what. I had a disease. I didn’t even know it. All I knew is that I was feeling kind of blah . . . about my writing. The easiest things were so hard. And I didn’t want to sit down and try to come up with anything interesting to say. Turns out I had writer’s block. (Horrible, I know.) I think I’m coming out of it now. Slowly. Perhaps getting more than 6 hours of sleep a night would help? Hmmmm . . . might be worth a shot.
As annoying as it is for me to hear people treat pets as though they were children, I was pretty thrilled when Little Miss was welcomed into a little circle of dogs at the park. She was pretty thrilled, too, to feed them some treats and get to touch their soft fur. And to be honest, she fit right in. She is a lovely little beast.
The thing about living half a block from a monument to General Grant and within running distance of Grand Army Plaza is that you sometimes get to have conversations with your almost-4-year-old about whether or not the Confederate Army “squirted” glue from their guns and why such a tactic might not have been the most effective weapon in keeping the Union together.
Family tradition dictates that if we go apple or pumpkin picking, we get to eat apple pie for lunch. All of it. Straight from the pie plate.
I’m not sure what my favorite part of the corn maze was: taking turns choosing which path to take or seeing how excited the boys got when they found an ear of corn on the ground.
Because those ones are way cooler than the thousands of ears still on the stalks? Love those kids.
And this week on Babble:
While I personally am glad I changed to a forefoot strike, it looks like running on your heels might be good for you.
Feeling heavy these days? Maybe you’re carrying around some guilt-weight.
Man, that Hot Mom on Facebook is really getting it and I don’t really understand why.