I was scrambling this week. There was just too much kids and too little me.
Mom, I pleaded on the phone, I’m not going to make it to pick up Alex from dance. Can you grab her? I’m stuck in Pasadena picking up Brooke.
She saved the day, grabbing my youngest and bringing her home. We had arrived home at about the same time. I gave my youngest a quick squeeze and then turned to give my mama a “you totally saved me today” gi-normous hug.
“Oh honey, I love your hair, ” my mom gushed. Continue reading
In case you think this is going to be one of those posts about my amazing kid that cheered me on and texted all his friends to say how proud he was of me… it’s not.
In case you think that I am about to paint a picture of a kid that, bless his heart, was so tender and “Jesus-like” that it made the rest of us want to vomit… you’re in luck.
This is not that post. Continue reading
Dear baby girl,
I know this is hard. Your first day in India. Your first day seeing anything like this- ever.
As I look at these two pictures, taken only days apart. So different.
One so comfortable. One so not. Continue reading
I rarely post pictures, but I had to because this captures us, my little team. Silly. Goofy. I love that about them. They keep me young.
And while they are growing up, today… today it was mine turn. Continue reading