I’m sure that there are at least fifty posts on my site with that title, but this one… this one really deserves it.
“I knew I couldn’t call the police because that would frighten him even more, and so the quickest and best solution for everyone involved was to get him inside his house.”
You could make the argument that it’s ironic that I’m starting a tradition around the mission of fighting hunger when both of my kids don’t like to eat. And you’d be right.
Would you have a look at this, those of you who have been reading me since she was born.
A two-week crash course in vision charts, phoropters, lenses and frames, and perhaps a gentle nudge to get your kids’ eyes tested.
The verdict is in, and the photographer who took these can feel confident in his skill.
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.