There are things that keep happening in life that for some reason I think shouldn't. I think we have done that so we don't need to do it again. Alas I am wrong. Last week I had made the little girls sandwiches and then decided they would be okay if I went down to work on something in the basement. I was working away and things were rather quiet upstairs. That should have been my clue. I was probably carried away with my project and more time than I know past, when Ruth came down stairs and said, "Mom, what's different about me?" (I started laughing because it is usually better than crying.) This was the worst part. Ruth was kind enough to give Beth her first haircut. My kids don't grow hair quickly and don't come with a lot at birth. Beth was just starting to look more little girlish and we could put a ponytail on top if we tried hard. Not anymore. :( This was the scene of the crime/beauty salon. Pajama pants were also par...
Some stories from our good life