They grabbed their milk cups and sat so close together on our oversized chair. It was one of those moments. You know, the kind where you hold your breath to not chance anything interrupting the beauty. I smiled. I felt my heart burst. I eventually allowed myself to turn around and finish preparing our breakfast.… Continue reading Crying Over Spilled Milk
“Mom, mom, listen to this!” Boston shouted to me. “Okay!” I happily replied. “Rain, rain, go away. Come again another day. If you don’t, I don’t care. I will TAKE OFF YOUR UNDERWEAR!” She then burst into an array of giggles, to which her little brother gladly joined in. “A boy at my school taught… Continue reading Naked Rain
We were at the grocery store yesterday when Boston told me she had to use the bathroom. I wan’t surprised. She always has to use the public restroom. I think she has some sort of fascination with the things, needing to experience each and every one of them. Show me a place we have been and… Continue reading Dirty Public Potties
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