Historical facts do not matter when trying to distract a five-year-old from the knowledge that we are not yet at our destination.
What? No cop approaching my car? And I call this a mommyblog.
I guess this place is okay. Could use a little more drama, maybe.
The hills are now in Technicolor.
I wonder how many of us will now have this stuck in our heads for the rest of the day.
If my kids are going to embrace change, then so will I.
So far away yet right here in the palm of my hand.
Imagine hymns ringing out from every corner of the countryside.
One of the very many photos to show my girls of a land I hope they get to see one day.
Shortly after encountering these guys Marlo whispered to me, “Those are the ugliest birds I’ve ever seen.” As if she didn’t want to hurt their feelings.