Yesterday I made a grievous and critical miscalculation in the parenting game. I told my four year old (who has sketchy understanding of time, at best) that I signed him up to play fall baseball. Now, every single day I will go through the exact same routine: Josh: “Mom, is it time to play baseball […]
Josh to Sam: “You keep an eye on TJ while I go get some stuff.” Keep in mind, Sam is two.
Costco, you win! I got two “Wow…. you’ve got your hands full!” and three “Hmmm…. are they twins?” I like to respond with “Nope, they’re triplets each born two years apart.”
All may not be well in the house when I step out of the shower and hear “SHHH – SHE’S COMING!!!!”
This is me. Eating by myself at 10 PM. Every one of these stripes tomatoes toped with pesto is getting my full attention. You see, Dave and I grew these tomatoes and grew all of the basil for the pesto.