If I were to bill my hours like the lawyer I once was (for a very brief period), here’s what this morning would look like:
‘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 killed my strawberries. Not on purpose. I didn’t actively wish death on the strawberry plant. But also, I admit I didn’t try very hard
I’m a bad Christmas mom. Six months ago, I hid four of my 2-year-old son Miles’ favorite toys. Last week, I wrapped them up
The other day, someone asked me about the most important thing I’ve learned so far about parenting a toddler. Truly NOTHING is more important than
This is one of those stories about my kid that seems funny to me. But I’m not sure if it’s actually funny or funny only