Does This Mean I'm A Grown-Up?
I laugh to keep from crying!
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Grown-up Play Dates
Why don’t grown-ups have play dates? My daughter is having one right now. They chat and giggle, in matching princess costumes, moving seamlessly from one activity to another. I miss that kind of hanging out time with friends.
Enemy at the Baby Gate
Like generals heading into battle, my husband, Jeffrey, and I prepared for every possible condition in readying ourselves for the arrival of our daughter.
Side by Side: Labels
One of the first social rules I learned in kindergarten was how hurtful it was to call people names. The second rule was that people will eventually tease you.
Not Your Mother’s Summer Reading List
There was a very tall pine tree to provide cover, along with a second cover, this one fashioned out of a paper grocery store bag. And there was surveillance. Okay, maybe surveillance is too strong of a word. Let’s just say that I was on the look out. Constantly. For my mother.
I Guess This Means No More Donuts
How to begin? Maybe with something about my workout habits or eating habits since I’ll be blogging under the “Health and Fitness” subject.