|A sign near our house lauded the "Bixby Coast." Erm: here's the Bixby Coast!|
|My delicious devilish child of the corn.|
And for eff's sake, I haven't wanted to sound whiny, because hello! Roof! Healthy kids! Healthy me! Healthy and wonderful husband! Medical insurance! Woo hoo! But I think I can say this factually: caring for six kids without the (perhaps mythical) support system of many nearby family members can be hard. And, for me, raising children in this strange, flat land is just never going to come naturally. There are many days when I still struggle with the question: why do people live here unless there is some provision mandating such residency in their well-slicked oil trust fund provisions?
|Apres Corn Maze. Yep, that's as good as I could do.|
|Informal dance recital: Her Old Straw Hat|
I have no answers.
|Who is going to bottle the smell of fat milky baby neck ?|
|Sometimes it takes my breath away how effing lucky I am.|