Kids: all potential targets for each other’s evolving sense of self.
Have you ever met a three-year-old? Horrible people. Little deranged convicts.
Marlo cleverly manevers over a roadblock I have placed in her vocabulary.
Sharing a special moment with my older daughter over the antics of the younger one.
DING DING DING, WE HAVE A WINNER. And that winner’s name? Why I Don’t Craft.
My marvelous first born, the big sister you always wanted.
There is so much going on in this moment that I almost had a panic attack thinking I couldn’t get to the camera in time.
The fifteen-year-old me wondering about her future children would be really…
The recent time change handed Marlo’s sleep schedule several hits of acid…
Leta: Mom, am I going to have to get braces?
Me: Hm… that’s not something we can really tell right now. We’ll have to wait until you’ve lost more teeth and see how they all grow in.
Leta: I’m scared to get braces. I really, really, really don’t want …