Grandparents are the absolute worst, I tell you. Awful people, that lot.
If anyone gifts my 5-yr-old an object that makes or plays music, I will personally see to it that Santa takes a giant shit in their stocking.
I suddenly looked up and, oh. Christmas is next week. Next week. Or, as Leta puts it, THE FARTHEST AWAY ANYTHING HAS EVER BEEN!
This week’s link roundup.
Someone else isn’t excited for Spring at all.
We probably should have stuck to the blueprints.
There’s this moment when I’m getting Marlo ready for bed and I realize her puppy is no where to be found and oh, the scrambling.
My marvelous first born, the big sister you always wanted.
I thought about getting them both socks for Christmas, but even I am not that mean. A collection of other ideas.
Something tells me that this is not the first time Marlo will be using Leta’s credit card without Leta knowing about it.