When either one of those two front teeth falls out—or in our case, gets pulled out by Dr. Shane the Orthodontist/good friend to have around—all of a sudden said child becomes a different person, older somehow. I swear, every time I look at Isabella and see this giant gap in…
There is really a tremendous amount of gross in my life right now, and we are not talking about my inappropriate thoughts about, um, Ryan Lochte. I’d love to be able to blame it on that whole birthing-three-live-humans thing. And, well, while they are messy and often sticky, I cannot…
This morning was tough, man. There was fighting, yelling, “I’m telling!”s, crying, whining. Oh getting back into a morning routine is so fun, isn’t it? Yesterday on the walk home from school I absolutely could not get a word in edgewise—they needed to tell me about their teachers (“Mr. Lee is,…
