She can cook! Sorta.

She can cook! Sorta.

I worry about this girl. I don’t think I did a good job training K Belle in certain life skills, like how to really clean a toilet or the difference between baking soda and baking powder or the latest … what to put in the dishwasher to clean the dishes...
I’m really not this dumb.

I’m really not this dumb.

I’ve always thought of myself as a pretty smart person. I mean … duh. Of course I’m smart. Dare I say highly intelligent. Yes, I dare. I mean … I know things. Lots of things. Beau thinks I’m smart … um … er … except for...
I’ll take Door #3, please.

I’ll take Door #3, please.

That’s how we feel sometimes when we’re not sure which way God is leading us. We can feel like we’re randomly picking a door, knocking on it, and then anticipating what’s behind it. Because there is always SOMETHING behind it. It could be a...
The Night She’s Waited For

The Night She’s Waited For

La Petite Belle is not so little anymore. When I started this blog years ago, this is what she looked like: Yep. December of 2007. Look how cute she was {tear}. And here’s a pic from her Daddy/Daughter Date last night: {another tear} This littlest Belle is 13...