Home, Home on the Range

While in "town" this morning, I asked the local, hair-salon ladies for their car-cleaning recommendations. They kindly gave me two (turns out, there are only two options, period) - "Duke's Detailing" and "The Spit Shine." Naturally, neither has a website, or listed business hours; but, one does have an (inactive) Facebook page. 

Another generous citizen carried our stroller down the long set of stairs, a pipe-smoking gentleman with a muddy, mammoth poodle (which Rianna thought was a sheep and "baaa'ed at) in the back of his truck cheerfully waved us ahead of him, and nobody seemed to mind the pouring rain at all.

#gonnamissthis #smalltownamerica

A Toast to My Husband

This goes out to my amazing husband who, with precious little prior experience, has adeptly and maturely managed our last two weeks of hospitals, doctors, medications, catheters, botched IVs, blood samples, stool samples, urine samples, crazy logistics, unrivaled exhaustion, people drama, ghastly symptoms, insurance mazes, parental gut-instinct, and endless, heartrending shrieks from his little daughter like a *champion.* You amaze me every day, Honey. We could not have a better man in our lives.  

Thanks.

She knows music, man.

Little One exclaims "AMEN! AMEN!" whenever she hears excellent folk/pop/country/jazz, and instinctively rave dances to classical music. We think she's got the idea.