The way she pads down the steps after quiet time, one halting footstep at a time, hand slithering down the banister, she is beloved. The way she tells me this…
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It’s a struggle sometimes not to look. Not to look at what renovations the neighbors can afford to do on their house. Not to look at the trendy skinny jeans…
Little Friend roams the lawn fringing the preschool parking lot with a band of wild cohorts. Children with mud-fringed pants legs, hair escaping riotously from pig tails, backpacks flinging about…
Love for a certain blonde haired, blue eyed, honey voiced Princess is in the air around here. “I’ll be Cinderella, and you be the mean Stepsister who is nice” I’m…
Little Friend, at 3 1/2, still wears diapers at night. We’re alright with that. Little Friend is especially alright with it. “Can I pee in my diaper?” she’ll yell downstairs…
“Eeeeeek!!! We are two girls who hate snakes!” She shrieks in a falsetto “this must be what girls sound like when they’re scared” kind of way. She’s huddled against my…