Dear Son #1, #2, & #3, It’s been the little things, hasn’t it? The little things that have kept us reasonably sane these last 15 months. The little things that we’ve had to look forward to. The little things that have morphed themselves into big things. All of a sudden, we lost play dates, grandparent visits,… Continue reading When the little things become the big things.
Dear Son #1, #2, #3, A few weeks ago, as I was attempting to reclaim my youth and join you for a jump on a trampoline, one of you asked me: “Should Mommies jump on trampolines?” And it got me thinking. Heck no. We shouldn’t. Now don’t get me wrong, I’m still going to keep… Continue reading Why Mommies shouldn’t jump on trampolines.
Dear Son #1, #2, & #3, We’re back in the Red Zone again (yes, I do feel like I'm living in a Stephen King novel at the moment) which means we can go swimming again!! Yipee! I’m here, once again, to remind you of the rules. I know right? I’m such a hoot. Now, as… Continue reading Swimming just isn’t fun without rules!
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