It’s August. And that means the kid is a 3 year old. This summer has been a routine in balance. Balance between getting dishes done and hoeing weeds. Balance between walking the dog and trimming the bushes. Balance between finding out what that smell is once and for all and fixing the leaky pipe in … Continue reading Keeping house: a working mom’s secret
Because I cry.
“So do you feel like motherhood has changed you?” Hubs asked on Mother’s Day. “Yeah.” Duh. Hubs and I were high school sweethearts, you know. Back then, he had a nickname for me: The Ice Princess. Yes. Before Ana and Elsa…there was me. Only I wore baggy jeans, flannel, and sang “Smells Like Teen Spirit” … Continue reading Because I cry.
Come over and play
Neighbor Boy is about six. You know what I love about 6 year olds? They really don't mind playing with 2 year olds all that much, which is cool.