Welcome to my little ol' blog. I'll be upfront about it: I don't blog very often any more. If you found your way here because you read my book "Trailer Life," have a gander! But it's easier to keep up with me on Instagram or on my Facebook page. I have this long, drawn out theory on why I'm a terrible blogger, but that is a story for another day. Enjoy the ramblings of my life from the last 8 years or so.

Tuesday, March 25, 2008

The boys and Jessie

I was fixing dinner and heard Jessie start to fuss a little. I looked up and saw the boys on her crib. They both thought it was funny that she was crying. Ed then tried to console her by poking her nose repeatedly (until I stopped him of course. I am THAT good of a mother...)


  1. Such concerned BROTHERS! Nose pokes mean "I LOVE YOU"

  2. nose pokes work 75% of the time

  3. This sounds like something my Kessa would have done. I caught her IN the crib several times when James was a baby.