Pig Latin and Your Birthday Suit

Pig Latin and Your Birthday Suit

Things in Erin’s Brain  Two weeks ago in this very newsletter, I dropped a reference to Pig Latin: ixnay on the ardengay. I don’t like to garden. (The whole butterfly endeavor has gotten me into it begrudgingly and there has been quite a bit of what I...
Pig Latin and Your Birthday Suit

Getting Dirty and Nitty Gritty

Things in Erin’s Brain  Who likes to get dirty?  Were you a puddle splasher as a kid? Or maybe you are NOW… Or were you one of those toddlers who when you got anything goopy on your hands you waddled up to mama, fingers extended, with a “please,...
Pig Latin and Your Birthday Suit

Stuffed Animals and Roy Kent

Things in Erin’s Brain  Where to begin, oh WHERE to begin… As a little girl, my bedroom was also the guest bedroom. This meant I was lucky enough to be a little 10 year old with a BIG double bed. I had an awesome comforter with bunches of wildflowers in...
Pig Latin and Your Birthday Suit

Carousing and CranioSacral

Things in Erin’s Brain  Two weeks ago, #NotMyCat escaped.She bolted.Right out the back door.We knew it was only a matter of time. There had been whining, and pawing at the door, and attempts to open the unstable screen to exit the same way she invited herself in...
Pig Latin and Your Birthday Suit

Temper and Tapotement

Things in Erin’s Brain  When Jerry and I first moved to South Florida we used to visit a nearby doggie day care and just watch the dogs. I’ve always been partial to big dogs and I loved big dog play time. I vividly remember watching a staff member play...