This is not nearly as political as some of you want me to be, but it’s the first time I have written anything in four months. I sat down to see if my fingers could remember what to do.
Coming to terms with the reality facing those of us who are parents of a generation that will not know life without the Internet.
If only those random strangers on Facebook could see THIS post. HOOOOOO!
I’m going to lure you with this innocent picture of Coco into a deranged and diagnosable seven-minute span of my day. Let’s do this.
I hope she’s learning to tie knots, build a shelter, start a fire and how to make mama a hot dog.
So far Leta has caught four fish, and Marlo has almost dumped the bait into the lake twice that number.
“California here we come, right back where we started from. Pedal to the floor. Thinkin’ of the roar.”
Whenever my mother talks about how tenacious Marlo can be I say, “That apple didn’t fall far from her grandmother.”
Grandparents are the absolute worst, I tell you. Awful people, that lot.
Oh really? A mommyblog? Is that what this is?