Yet another developmental milestone whose rewards are in direct proportion to the years it takes off of your life.
Not as big as the ones you’ll find in books written by paleontologists, but her bark makes up for all of that.
Daughter, sister and long-suffering teacher.
It’s like trying to keep track of tiny glass slippers and NO WONDER Cinderella’s stepmom was so uptight.
I’m glad that the exercise ball I bought for my bad back is being used as it was originally intended.
You’ll notice she’s in a dress that not two minutes after this photo was taken ended up on the floor of her room in favor of another one.
In a previous life Marlo was a fish. Or a golden retriever. Or Jacques Cousteau.
Any major theme park is going to have a hard time impressing Marlo after the the party we threw when the lights went out.
A zoology lesson with the preschooler while the fourth-grader was at piano lessons.
The only kind of cat that I am not allergic to.