Look at this trove, treasures untold, how many wonders can one cavern hold?
A free built-in babysitter who is handling the most difficult among us with relative ease.
In the hectic hours leading up to a vacation away from home. Marlo is currently screaming about some injustice and I am currently ignoring.
“You don’t know what you’ve got till you lose it all again.”
I really do hope that the title of this post gets that song stuck in your head.
One of the best things about having girls is getting to do things like this with them. I will pull up this post in the future when all of our periods sync up.
Hugs smelling of sunscreen, tear-free shampoo, and strawberry-flavored fruit snacks.
There’s a similar picture of me at this exact age, at a park, blowing out candles, about to gobble down poison.
If only she had written this before Marlo was born. So many of these fit her personality. In particular: Bonk.
If only I had given birth to a kid who had more chutzpah.