Angel Wheeler

  • Am I worthy of a ‘hello, nice to meet you?’

    I’m ranting. Not just because I’m mad, but because I’m sad too.  Anger and tears.  That’s what happens to me.  First I get angry, and then I cry and then I get angrier that I’m crying, and then I cry harder, which makes me more angry.  Aaarrrggghhhh! I have such a high tolerance too.  I… Read more

  • Originally posted on Angel Wheeler: Today, I’m remembering my dad. I hope that’s alright with you. It’s been 2 years, probably about this time exactly, that he died. I miss him. A lot. Some days it hurts, and other days are just days like every other one  that has come before. There’s a lot of… Read more

  • A day in the backyard with 5 chickens and two dogs

    Today the weather is agreeable.  The skies are a cobalt blue with an occasional fluffy cumulus cloud in the distance.  The wind is slight. It’s still chilly enough to need a coat, but when you find a good place to sit in the sun, your insides begin to warm and your heart smiles. As does… Read more

  • Breastfeeding

    When our little girl was born, she had to go to the NICU.  We had had a very difficult labor, not like all labor and deliveries aren’t difficult, but if my memory serves me correctly, it was no walk in the park.  They ended up taking me for a C-section.  They were concerned about the… Read more

  • Sara Lee, my first love

    I just so happen to be one of the unfortunate souls who’ve been cursed with a sweet tooth.  Mine doesn’t hide in the back with the molars, but actually lives up front and center and it makes sure that it gets noticed when a hankering comes along, which is just about every day around four… Read more

  • Just the beginning

    She’s barely one. And I’m pretty sure I’m in over my head. When she’s sleeping, I’ve got it made.  Piece of cake. But when she’s awake, she’s really trying to run the show around here.  Already.   At the end of some days, I need a 3 day vacation.  But alas, this is a 24/7… Read more

  • The Party

        Our baby girl turned one. We drove to Texas early to celebrate with our  family and close friends. Here’s Emma Kate with her Grandy, who loves her so much.  Let me tell you how much Grandy loves Emma.  My mom (Grandy) never, and I mean NEVER allows her picture to be made.  Except… Read more

  • 12 months

    It’s unbelievable. It’s inconceivable. It’s unfathomable. I’m sitting up in bed with you sleeping soundly beside me,  studying your precious face and shaking my head in disbelief.  Can this really be true? One year, Emma Kate.  One year. This time last year, after a serious ordeal of labor and delivery, you made your appearance and have… Read more

  • My 10 pet peeves

    I’m whittling away a list of 30 things to blog about.   This is a list of pet peeves. According to Wikipedia: Pet peeves often involve specific behaviors of someone close, such as a spouse or significant other.  These behaviors may involve disrespect, manners, personal hygiene, relationships, and family issues. A key aspect of a… Read more

  • Birthday Letters

    On January 16, 1943 my dad was born.  I don’t know anything about his birth.  Whether he was born in a hospital or at home.  Whether he was a good baby or a tyrant.  How much he weighed or if he sucked his thumb. Today if he were still living, he would have turned 70… Read more