This week I gave Isabella the coat off my back. Literally. “Isabella, zip up your coat it’s freezing and you have to walk home from school.” “Mommy, literally my coat is falling apart. It’s way too small I can’t even close it around my sweater and there’s actually no zipper…
We’ve taken to calling Emily Tiny Mouse. It’s just one of those sticky things, the same way Isabella became Bootsie years and years ago and I can’t actually remember the last time I called her anything but Bootsie and when I hear others refer to her as Bella or even…
I read something on Facebook — isn’t that the way of everything these days, I basically start every conversation in one of two ways: 1) I read something on Facebook… and 2) I was listening to this podcast… — that said that August is like the Sunday of summer. Indeed,…
