Daughter, sister and long-suffering teacher.
In preparation for the portraits where she is seen repeating over and again, “MARLO. MARLO. MARLO!!”
Any major theme park is going to have a hard time impressing Marlo after the the party we threw when the lights went out.
What this needs is a pair of lacy fingerless gloves. And a quick game of Pac-Man.
I chose not to yell about vaccinations in this post except for the part where I yelled about vaccinations in this post.
She wanted to take a duck home but I told her it was illegal and potentially lethal.
Who wants to talk business when there is fresh baby smell and oh my god I just noticed that foot!
Yesterday she asked me if fifth grade is going to be harder than fourth grade and I pretended to black out so that I could change the subject.
From “Arabesque” and “Sound of Madrid” on the piano to something a little less technical on the iPad like “Candy Island,” “Toca Builders” and “Hair Salon.”
A marvelous surprise I found on my phone, and yes, it is now safely archived on two different hard drives.