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?
Today my heart comes home to me with all its lanky legs and arms.
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.