I cried when he brought lunch to me in our home office and told me our fish had died. It wasn’t that I was particularly fond of that stupid fish.
He stood there in the middle of the white tiled floor with rumpled after-nap hair and eyes blinking back the bright afternoon sunlight for a few moments before he began
I worked like a crazy woman, sweat beading and heart rate accelerating. My husband was home on his lunch break, stacking sandwiches and coaxing littles to stay put while apples
I knew it was dangerous, but I couldn’t help it. I kept glancing over my shoulder to notice the lone car seat in the back. After a year-and-a-half of
{IG name: adrielbooker} This is us… all clean and showered after three pee incidents two poop incidents on five different areas of the floor in four different rooms of the
Overheard while Ryan was making breakfast crepes: Levi: “Me ham some Daddy?” (pointing to the lemon juice) Ryan: “You need to finish your cereal first, because you asked for it.”
Apparently I’m not supposed to call them “cartoons”. They are animated films, I am told. Does your husband love them too? I’m not even going to tell you how big
Simple and inexpensive modifications to make a “loft” toddler bed from an old crib. It was time. We finally moved Levi into a toddler bed. I’ve been procrastinating the move
He was an unruly little boy. Four-and-a-half and quite the handful. His mom called him things like “brat” and “annoying” and constantly whined about his whining. She threatened spankings
