Under a Tuscan… moon
I just learned of the Miss Cicciona pageant. Oh, my.
I just learned of the Miss Cicciona pageant. Oh, my.
As one of about a half dozen bloggers not going to Blogher, I’m currently lacking for anything to write about. Let’s see: my five year old learned to ride his bike without training wheels. He could have done this last summer, it was a confidence issue, but I’m glad and sad at the same time. […]
And not in a good way. My boys are outside riding bicycles with friends. I just heard my five year old shout: Hey y’all, watch this! BTW, that’s my youngest in the header picture. Riding without training wheels. For the first time.