If the eleven-year-old Heather could witness this future she’d totally forgive the fact that she ended up living in Utah.
The best part of my jobis that I get to share so much of it with the wonderful people in my life.
A recap of the weekend I spent with my daughter who called sleeping in a tent “cozy.” WHERE DID I GO WRONG?
If you are baby hungry then I am really sorry to do this to you.
Whatever you do, don’t call her Marla Lou.
Where all those capital letters come from.
How to cook: use one hand to call for takeout, the other to scratch your butt.
I am the parental equivalent of the black jelly bean.
Sharing a special moment with my older daughter over the antics of the younger one.