From the time our children were babies we read to them a lot, identifying pictures in books. Building their vocabularies, along with a love of books, one word at a time. And it paid off! Our daughter could already say many words at 9 months, and by age one spoke in complete phrases! Our son, also an early starter, was just a bit behind his sister.
We’ve lived fun and adventure, traveled the globe, learned words in many languages, and learned to embrace different cultures! And on a shoestring budget, staying right at home! “How is that possible?” you ask. Through the hearts of our guests sharing the love they have for their homeland, or their passion for things like painting, making balsamic vinegar, or cooking.
Though it likely won’t seem like good news to anyone but us, we are thrilled! It’s as though our summer village has entered the modern world. Our phone internet works, and using it as a hot spot, I’m even able to do this post on my computer!!
June for us is a busy month. Hubby is busy finishing up his English classes. While I scurry about getting ready for our summer travels, as we usually visit and catch up with friends and churches. We’ll be traveling quite a bit this summer too, as usual. And I really wish you could join us!
If you’re like me, you’ve tried blogging schedules and they haven’t worked for you. I find that frustrating because I’m a firm believer in the adage “failing to plan is planning to fail.” So I’m giving it another shot, and think that maybe this time I’ve got a winner!
Happy Easter from southern Italy! Easter is my favorite holiday. A day of renewed hope, joy, and life!!
No, I’m not actually wishing to be color blind. (That would be crazy.) My husband really is color blind and it doesn’t seem like much fun. Not dangerous, or risky for health, or anything like that.
Have you tried printing your posts, using the WordPress standard print sharing service? I have, and didn’t care much for the outcome. Or perhaps you’re wondering, “Why would I (or anyone else) want to print my posts?”
As a child, I remember my father pouring over the Daily News, our area’s newspaper. Every evening, as ours wasn’t a morning edition, he’d sit in his easy chair, newspaper in hand. Slippers on his feet.