November 12, 2013 – 9:20 am
With the girls I never miss an injury, a cut, a scrape, an ache, a pain. They are basically a couple of Peggy Ann McKays, only it’s not just Saturday, it’s every day. It’s how they are in personality in general, really. Oversharers. They will make excellent bloggers one day,…
November 1, 2013 – 7:45 am
I always thought I’d be the mother of girls. I always pictured myself raising a gaggle of sisters like the March family. I am a girl, I know how to be a girl, I know the good parts about being a girl and I understand the bad parts. I have…
August 9, 2013 – 10:07 am
Two hoarse, tired, smiling kids who look taller, skinnier, tanner, and about ten years older than they looked just three and a half weeks ago walked through the door last night just before midnight and dropped 110 loads worth of sandy laundry at my feet, hugged me tightly, and indulged…