Historical facts do not matter when trying to distract a five-year-old from the knowledge that we are not yet at our destination.
Hey! Get off his lawn so that he can nap right in the middle of it.
I guess this place is okay. Could use a little more drama, maybe.
This week’s link roundup.
My alarm system is now a sign on my front door that says COCO LIVES HERE.
I cannot wait to have her join me in a spin class, nearly puke and then feel the rush of endorphins afterward.
I am giving you permission to discipline my children unless your approach to discipline is none whatsoever.
The hills are now in Technicolor.
They grow these little pumpkins for this very purpose.
Normally I’m all BAH HUMBUG this time of year, but Marlo’s enthusiasm is just a tiny bit contagious.