The boy who taught me what love really means.
Tricia schools Daddy on the ways of a persistent baby.
I love the beach. The photos? Are all in link form. I love you, too.
A little bit of Tricia’s first birthday. VERY photo-heavy, kids.
Aunt Becky guest stars as Tricia’s ice dealer. No, really.
Tricia stands alone. Literally.
When I was a young girl, I attended Catholic school. You would think I’d have heard more Latin than “quid pro quo”, but no. Sadly, I went to Catholic school well after Vatican II. (I’m sure it’s surprising to some of you that I wasn’t actually around when Latin was a living language. HA!) Anyway, [...]
I guess it’s just a big week around here or something.
Okay, fine. Maybe I just feel famous, but that should totally count; right? My letter to Dr. Jane Nelsen was published on her blog. Woo! And I’m hoping that podcast is coming soon. I’m dying to know just how dorky I was.
Well, now that my moment of giddiness is over, let’s talk about some other [...]
Someone suggested I just go ahead and change the name to Thursdays with Tricia. I figure doing that will only lead to me posting them on Fridays. So the name stays. Just enjoy the tooth-y goodness and don’t think about what day it is, okay?