Jamming in the car on the way to school with a playlist I made called “kids” so DO NOT BLAME ME FOR ITS CONTENT.
So much more satisfying than sitting in a dark bar and paying through the nose for a watered down drink.
I chose not to yell about vaccinations in this post except for the part where I yelled about vaccinations in this post.
Oh, hell yes, the cavemen made brownies. And cupcakes and ice cream and chocolate fondue.
Yesterday she asked me if fifth grade is going to be harder than fourth grade and I pretended to black out so that I could change the subject.
I get to write off my kids’ artwork because they keep stealing all my office supplies.
From “Arabesque” and “Sound of Madrid” on the piano to something a little less technical on the iPad like “Candy Island,” “Toca Builders” and “Hair Salon.”
A marvelous surprise I found on my phone, and yes, it is now safely archived on two different hard drives.
A portrait of parenthood in one tiny hand.
She either wants to be this character or Elsa for Halloween, and she only has eight months to decide.