Seizure Watch 2014 continues and the good news is that Chuck is exhibiting no bad signs.
One of the best things about having girls is getting to do things like this with them. I will pull up this post in the future when all of our periods sync up.
Hugs smelling of sunscreen, tear-free shampoo, and strawberry-flavored fruit snacks.
The next time I leave I’m afraid I’ll return to a small pyramid fashioned out of giant dried turds.
I worry less about my children being around the stove when I’m cooking food.
There’s a similar picture of me at this exact age, at a park, blowing out candles, about to gobble down poison.
This is the extent of all the yoga that goes on in our house. Unfortunately it hasn’t cleared the mind of the one who practices it.
If only I had given birth to a kid who had more chutzpah.
Even five years later when I look at these photos I think, whoa. I gave birth to my father.
The pack leader who understands the sequence: exercise, discipline, affection, treats, snuggles, more treats, maybe even a massage.