When Marlo asks what she was like at five years old I’ll pull up this post and say, “This is a small but very accurate sample.”
Historical facts do not matter when trying to distract a five-year-old from the knowledge that we are not yet at our destination.
Normally I’m all BAH HUMBUG this time of year, but Marlo’s enthusiasm is just a tiny bit contagious.
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.