Peter Frampton was for Marlo. This… this was for Leta.
Yet another first for my child who is drawn to books and art and writing elaborate fictional stories in a summer replete with physically breaking free.
Choose your battles, name them one by one.
All of the gang gathered together. Look at how all that sunscreen worked!
In the hectic hours leading up to a vacation away from home. Marlo is currently screaming about some injustice and I am currently ignoring.
One of the best things about having girls is getting to do things like this with them. I will pull up this post in the future when all of our periods sync up.
From Salt Lake to Dallas, Dallas to Hong Kong, Hong Kong to Southeast Asia, Southeast Asia to your screen.
My car stereo is mine no more. Until one of them starts to like modern country music and then I lie and say that music has been outlawed.
When they weren’t playing hide and seek, throwing frisbees, or constructing elaborate forts out of quilts.
Their five-year age difference is one of the most entertaining aspects of my life.