Historical facts do not matter when trying to distract a five-year-old from the knowledge that we are not yet at our destination.
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.
We threw a party involving both Marlo AND a piñata and somehow no one got hurt.
While Leta relishes the novelty of a breakfast served at school.
An accidental shot that captures so much of what it is like to be around this kid.
With help from the village of mothers around her, the sparkle has returned to my baby girl’s eyes.
Soon I’ll need to teach her the Pop’n Loc, the Roger Rabbit, the Robot, the Sprinkler and the Snake.
He is surrounded by love and it is just so sickening.
When there is money involved my firstborn asks, “How high would you like me to jump?”