It’s impossible to say anything; impossible to know what to say. That’s because there aren’t words big enough to express our anger and grief and
My one and a half year old, my baby girl, my second and last child, is a toddler. She screams when she doesn’t get her
Happy one month birthday to my little man. Now that I’ve been a mom for a month, I’m getting the hang of taking care of
‘Twas the day after Christmas And all through the house The children were stirring Making much more noise than a mouse There was white
I just got back from my first mother-daughter trip (at least, my first mother-daughter trip where I’m the mother) and LET ME TELL YOU –
4th of July with kids > other holidays with kids. I realize I’ve been somewhat pessimistic about holidays with kids. I’m a bad Christmas mom: