Until this very week, I’ve never been a fan of warm weather.
Here are some of the potentially (or, completely, in my case) adorable things from the brains of my small children.
I never expected to have imaginary friends living in my house. I mean, I had kids, so I always knew it’d generally be a possibility. But, apparently, it’s now a reality.
With this beautiful time of year comes an unavoidable tradition: Mass offerings (and consumption) of holiday treats. In response to all of these homemade goodies, I’ve discovered a new irrational fear.
This summer, I am determined to convince, cajole, and/or inveigle (thank you, Google!) my picky child into trying new produce.