The rules are simple. Use this image as a prompt to create a post and reference back here. You can come back and share by posting your link in the comment section below. That’s it! Can’t wait to view your posts… Young Love His little hand gripped mine tightly and an excited energy radiated off… Continue reading Photo Prompt Week 11: Young Love
The Penis Chronicles presents, “Travel back in time: Travel forward” Sometimes I just watch them. I listen and I wonder what my life was like before them. I can’t remember and I can’t imagine being anywhere but here and now. Sometimes I remember the tinier versions of the young men I call my babies. I… Continue reading Travel back in time: Travel forward
The Penis Chronicles presents “Taking a trip.” Travel with children is something of its own adventure isn’t it? I remember that first time I travelled as a mom. I travelled alone with a baby that was only a few months old, and it was the kind of travel that involved an airplane. He travelled like… Continue reading Taking a trip
Fragrant spices, buttery notes of coffee and hints of nuts and vanilla. Yummy! This coffee cake is moist and topped with a crunch and a sticky caramel drizzle. I bake my coffee cake in a bunt pan for easy slicing. This little gluten-free gem is a family favourite. This morning it pairs nicely with my… Continue reading Smell the Coffee Cake
I originally post Santa Photo Mom in December of 2015. It is one of my favourite posts and I like to share it. Not much has changed since then except that there is no longer and duck and roll moves preformed when Santa makes an appearance. Some years since have had just the boys in the… Continue reading Re-Blog: Santa Photo Mom
The Penis Chronicles presents, “Pee!” “Do I get to bring it home,” he asks. His eyes go big and I can see the wheels turning in his little brain. “No we don’t being the pee home,” I answer as I try to keep the exasperation out of my voice. My youngest has always been mischievous… Continue reading Pee!
My bedroom is shrouded in twilight. The sounds of tiny feet shuffling on the carpet breaches the silence. I pretend to get a few more minutes sleep. The bed rustles and tiny bodies slide against my sides still warm from their sleeps. I sigh inwardly wondering when their internal alarms will stop sounding at six… Continue reading Re-blog: Twilight Walkers