Isabella is almost nine years old. She reminds me of this fact all the time; she has been planning her birthday party since her last birthday party. She is days away from finishing the third grade; she is almost a fourth grader. She’s BIG, according to her. (And according to…
Is there anything more frightening than waking up to a pair of eyes staring at you in the night? The answer is no. No there is not. (Not even when your kitchen faucet turns on by itself when you are home alone.) That’s how I woke up at 4am yesterday. And…
You know when you have an extremely noisy oldest child who is constantly singing, dancing, acting, performing, and/or talking? And you know this oldest child, the seventh grader, has performed on the stage, multiple times—as Mary Poppins and Quinn Fabray and Dorothy Gale? And then you have an extremely noisy…
