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,…
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…
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…
