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.”
I think I understand my older sister a little better just by watching my own children. I’m so sorry, September.
There’s a way to start off a school year, and then there is the Heather B. Armstrong way.
The grind begins again. Where in the hell did the summer go? And when did my baby get so big?