the smell of my desperation has become a stench

Happy happy joy joy

Saturday afternoon I took the girls to a small street festival at the library where we stopped to have their faces painted. I know, Leta looks like she’s being forced against her will to engage in this magical childhood experience. But I promise you, she loved it. This is just the look she gets on her face when she’s not wearing her glasses. She can’t see anything and in an effort to stay still she draws in her entire face like this. Like, if I don’t move my cheeks or mouth I’m not going to trip over anything.

You don’t have to point out that this is pretty much the permanent expression I have on my face.

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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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