I was scrolling through my Facebook feed and just past the awesome shared videos, photos, and annoying someecards, something caught my eye. It said —and I’m paraphrasing here, because through my weepy face it was a little bit hard to make out each and every word and sadly, who had…
We have many friends. And those friends have many children. And most of those children have A THING, and it’s usually just one. One passion, one love, one thing that drives them. Competitive dance, ice skating, rep hockey, speed skating, swim team, little league, piano. Sometimes it takes a while…
As a self-proclaimed gold medalist in the Olympic sport of World’s Worst Dancing, it makes me cackle with immense joy that my girls have any sense of rhythm at all. See also: World’s Worst Singing. And it’s weird, really, that not only do they have some rhythm in those tiny…
