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Of course it snowed the morning that Marlo started feeling better. You could say that's just her luck, but I will say IT'S JUST UTAH.
It's only because of his age that I am not making him model entire outfits.
The tiny corner of the high desert that I managed to see during daylight.
This season has not been kind to my child in terms of illness, but she has so much content to pull from for her eventual award-winning collection of poetry.
This should also include a DVD of hundreds of episodes of "Scooby-Doo" in case he gets sick and needs you to help him sip Gatorade.
A tradition with my girls that delights this dog year after year, this season in particular.
When I asked the girls if we should get a real tree this year Leta said, "That seems like a lot of work." Only ask Leta her opinion if you really want to hear it.
For Gail, Jeannie, Erin, Diane, Casey, Suzie and Shelley, the Badass Beauties.
I'd actually encourage her to take this up over the violin any day of the week.
Before you judge me, remember that the other one I raised was deconstructing Shakespeare at her age and negotiating peace treaties between warring nations.
I don't get to spend nearly enough quality time with this part of my family, but when I do I'm reminded of the standard that has been set.
No surprise that a certain someone is also very much on board with this cause.
My child is at school which means she is not attached to my body which means I can take a moment to entertain myself.
Would you look at these guys. You can practically hear the banjos dueling in the background.
Luckily no one brought up race at the dinner table, otherwise there would have been a somewhat delicious food fight.
"Last night I sat there struggling with the duty I have to destroy that innocent notion of hers, a notion born of my ignorance and my privilege, the privilege shared by so many other well-intentioned but naive white parents."
No, Paleolithic humans did not drink lattes, and they were grumpy and aggressive as shit.
Glad tidings of great joy Coco brings to her ailing sheep.
Sharing my bed with the other kid this week.
I'm sure that there are at least fifty posts on my site with that title, but this one... this one really deserves it.