the smell of my desperation has become a stench


Almost every inch of snow has melted in our backyard (just watch, the mere fact that I make mention of this means that the moment I hit publish it will start snowing), which means these guys are a little more playful with each other when we let them out in the morning. So now we have our morning coffee to the sound of Coco’s hyena-like screaming which I will not complain about one bit if it means I don’t have to put those damn snow boots on again.

Heather B. Armstrong

Hi. I’m Heather B. Armstrong, and this used to be called mommy blogging. But then they started calling it Influencer Marketing: hashtag ad, hashtag sponsored, hashtag you know you want me to slap your product on my kid and exploit her for millions and millions of dollars. That’s how this shit works. Now? Well… sit back, buckle up, and enjoy the ride.

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