Unusual Suspects
It’s not hard to figure out we like to eat. Mostly, I cook like my daddy–complete with butter, cream, and the works. Sometimes, though, I try to be ...
Author: Mrs Gray
Who’s Your Daddy?
Baby Gray loves his daddy. He runs across the house when he hears the garage door open to signal Mr. Gray’s arrival. I love that Baby Gray has such an ama...
Dough, Boy!
If you’ve been hiding under a rock, you might be surprised to learn that I have a little huge sweet tooth. In the words of Mal before surfacing from under...
Rockin’ Good Time
Before Baby Gray was born, Papa & his wife wanted to give us a rocking chair. At the time, we had a rocking recliner in Baby Gray’s room and didn̵...
The Very Hungry Toddler
Baby Gray has embarked on the world of diiiiiiiip. Some nights, he eats more dip than dinner. Usually it looks like this when he’s done. After one ...
Homerun for Your Money
When baseball season rolls around, we try to make it to Kingsville to see WBT play. This year, Mr. Mischief is on a team, too. They played simultaneously, which...
Flyin’ High
I had to crack up when I saw this on Facebook: Here’s why: This is a photo of Baby Gray one of the earliest times we took him to Revolution. N...
It Works If You Work It
Tuesday, my dad celebrated his 31st AA birthday. That’s pretty huge. He’s been sober 31 years; I’ve been around not quite 28. I’ve...
Clean Enough
Our home is tidy. It’s not germ free or cleantastic. I mean, it’s not a biohazard or anything like that, but sometimes I tend to let stuff linger fo...