We threw a party involving both Marlo AND a piñata and somehow no one got hurt.
While Leta relishes the novelty of a breakfast served at school.
With help from the village of mothers around her, the sparkle has returned to my baby girl’s eyes.
Soon I’ll need to teach her the Pop’n Loc, the Roger Rabbit, the Robot, the Sprinkler and the Snake.
He is surrounded by love and it is just so sickening.
Brining back memories of my childhood and the big sister I adored.
A water dog dressed in a princess costume? You don’t say.
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.
My team of “sister wives” is wide and deep and doesn’t get enough public praise for their contribution.
Really? Does she really have to do this? Letters and numbers are so overrated.