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.
He is surrounded by love and it is just so sickening.
When there is money involved my firstborn asks, “How high would you like me to jump?”
Brining back memories of my childhood and the big sister I adored.
When it comes to games involving the alphabet, pity the participant who is in his sixties and can’t remember what comes after the letter C.
An exquisite moment I somehow overlooked from the photo session with my girls.
“I just want four walls and adobe slabs for my girls.”