That’s how you know it’s a good party…

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>The Cutting Edge – Toe Pick!!


On Martin Luther King day, we went ice skating at the ancient Penn Ice Rink.  Mr and I really enjoyed it – I was astonished, and impressed, to find out that my husband can skate!  Pretty well!  Accomplishment is very attractive.

Even I did 3-4 laps around the rink – after the first lap, I even let go of the wall and skated on my own! This was a HUGE deal for me, as I fear/despise athletic pursuits because my lack of coordination frequently undermines and humiliates me.

B, however, was not feeling the ice skating At All.  In retrospect, I think that I didn’t dress him warmly enough – he would have been fine if he’d been moving around, but he was too scared to skate, and because he wasn’t moving, he was cold and miserable.

We didn’t get a single smile until after we’d handed in our skates, and the Zamboni came out.  It was the highlight of our trip.

>You get a fig from a fig tree.


So, here’s my fig.  He’s turning into such a little man… a bossy, stubborn, opinionated little man.  Where does it all come from?

I was having a conversation with one of my coworkers this week about something totally boring and complicated and work related, and was trying to explain about why I want to learn how to do it myself, when someone else is happy to do it for me.
The best I could come up with was, “Well, I just like to … do it myself.”  The days when I realize I sound just like my four year old?  Not my best days!