A final celebratory cleansing.
Luckily I was wearing a coat.
Once upon a time… there was a very tired 9-yr-olrd the next morning.
Here’s where some of you are totally going to disagree with me and possibly judge my parenting style.
The vast expanse between my childhood and hers.
From: pretty much the most remarkable kid who ever lived
My little frog baby turns nine.
A snapshot of a weekend spent in Moab.
The daughters of the daughter of The Avon World Sales Leader.
One tip to get your kids to pose for the camera.
