A rare moment when Marlo isn’t shouting marching orders to her sister through a megaphone.
I know. You’re wondering where her glasses are. You are not alone.
Not so much an adventure in finding help as it is a lot of luck and living in a state where everyone is exposed to kids.
In fifteen years she’ll be spending her weekends just like this but for very different reasons.
I really hope that Marlo’s preschool teachers are reading this today.
… stuffy head, fever.. why yes I DO memorize all cold medicine commercials. What?
Cliché or tradition, it never hurts to take inventory of they who make my life so wonderful.
Even when she couldn’t walk or crawl she liked to give him hugs.
A portrait of the moments leading up to the pounce.
Not so much terrible at two as she was terrifying.