Raising twins and staying sober 24 hours at a time.
My kids are four years old and they are already onto me. Whenever there is a sappy commercial or they do something particularly sweet, they know if they look into my eyes they will find them already wet with hot tears. They can see it from across the room now and they get a little dimpled …
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I am no poet, but I present for you to enjoy - Welcoming Summer: A Quite Bad Poem School is near over, we soon say good-bye, missing our teacher, we (mommy) will probably cry. We had such a great year, we won't see our friends again we fear. Reassurance comes in the form of water parties and …
Every time we go to the zoo, we have to get a Mold-A-Rama. I think it's a law in Chicago. We grew up with the molded plastic animals, warm to the touch after coming out the machines and highly collectible. Just the waft of them can spark up nostalgia, and if there's one thing my husband …
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