Beth Bryan

Gimme a head with hair, long beautiful hair, Shining, gleaming, steaming, flaxen, waxen… HAIR! Give me down to there, HAIR! Shoulder length or longer, HAIR! Here baby, there mama, Everywhere daddy daddy…HAIR! Flow it, Show it; Long as God can grow it, My Hair!

When I picked Garrett up from Mother’s Day Out and the director told me he had an accident today. He fell over and face-planted right into a toy on the ground. He has a nasty looking red spot on his cheek under his left eye that is already starting to bruise. I worry he is going to have a black…
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G got his first taste of mango the other night. This is what he thought about it: “Seriously, Mother?? You expect me to eat this slimy stuff?” “Oooh! What’s that?” “This black stuff looks much more tasty than your mangoes.” .::insert grunting and groaning::. “But alas I cannot reach it. I must not have inherited my aunt Julie’s super freaky…
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Uhhhhhhhhhh… Uhhhhhhhhhh… Nah Nah Nah Nah… That’s what we’ve been hearing all day today from Master P Garrett as he whines and cries and puts up a huge fuss about life in general. Exactly two weeks after the start of preschool and we are smack dab in the middle of his very first illness. It was bound to happen, and…
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