I think I might have obsessive compulsive disorder. Maybe I’m just a control freak. Who knows. But I am happy when all is in it’s place. I am happy when laundry is going and the baskets are empty. I am happy when the bathroom rugs are straight and when the counters are wiped off. I
Who started the malicious rumor? You know the one I’m talking about. The one that says white people can’t dance. The nerve of some people!The audacity! They obviously haven’t seen Alex in motion. Or Uncle Frank after a glass, or two, of wine. They obviously haven’t seen Mom twist. Or bridesmaids “Shout!” Or Tye do
You know those projects that just, well, never get completed. You have the best of intentions…wonderful dreams of good things that you can accomplish! People applaud you. You pat yourself on the back. Job well done! But, you never quite get there. If only you could focus. Really dig in and get it done. Focus,
Wanna see a baby that looks like an alien? There you go. You’re welcome.
This is Justin. Hello Justin. Welcome. Justin is Stuart’s older brother, currently livin the good life in North Carolina. The first time I met Justin was at the Atlanta airport. It was Christmas morning and we had just finished with a grueling coast-to-coast red-eye flight. Who knew it would take SO LOOOOOOONG to fly across the US? It isn’t that far, is
Man with baby….again. I rest my case.
Maybe it’s how they bring out the softer side, or maybe it’s just how they fit into strong, masculine arms, but there is something about a man holding a baby that just drives women wild. Take this subject, for example: See the way he is looking at her? Does it make you melt with happiness into
Stuart. Wonderful father. Passionate husband. R.C. Sproul listener. London fog maker. Lawn mower. Scotch drinker. Pipe smoker. Theology reader. Student. Bean hater. Morning person. Ridiculously attractive guitar player. Georgia Knox. Beautiful firstborn. Milk drinker. Cloth diaper wearer. Milk drinker. Bible listener. Milk drinker. Sounds like a baby lamb (see previous post). The Mrs. New
Okay, so the Elliott’s don’t really have a homestead. But we aspire to one. Someday, our homestead will be full of chickens, cows, perhaps a goat, and of course lots of preserved food. Heck, throw a sheep in there to sheer so we can make our own yarn too. What we have in the meantime,