In celebration of embracing change

We threw a party involving both Marlo AND a piñata and somehow no one got hurt.

A literal and metaphorical breakthrough

With help from the village of mothers around her, the sparkle has returned to my baby girl’s eyes.

Investing in her future

When there is money involved my firstborn asks, “How high would you like me to jump?”

The long road ahead

Really? Does she really have to do this? Letters and numbers are so overrated.

The beginning of big kid school

A bittersweet milestone, one that is tearing me up as much as it is confusing for her.

A somewhat theatrical start to the next ten months

There’s a way to start off a school year, and then there is the Heather B. Armstrong way.

Grade K

She wasn’t so sure about this milestone today, and the glasses kind of hit that message home.

Fifth grade

The grind begins again. Where in the hell did the summer go? And when did my baby get so big?

Today my presentation…

Yesterday she asked me if fifth grade is going to be harder than fourth grade and I pretended to black out so that I could change the subject.

Preparations

I may sometimes frighten her friends, but something tells me I can remedy that.