It’s Okay To Tell My Daughter She’s Pretty. And Smart.
Emma’s not a fan of getting dressed. Actually, that’s not entirely true. It’s more like she’s a fan of running away from me while I’m …
Emma’s not a fan of getting dressed. Actually, that’s not entirely true. It’s more like she’s a fan of running away from me while I’m …
Today was just Tuesday. Emma and I dropped Joshua off at school and then made our way back to the house. I poured a cup …
In an 10th hour feat of parental awesome–because 11th hour would’ve meant I bought these costumes today instead of yesterday afternoon…like last year–costumes were acquired …
Dear Emma, my best girl. From the moment you cry out in the morning until the minute you fall asleep for naps and bedtime, you’re …
Nearly 18 months. That’s how long Emma and I have been at this breastfeeding thing. More than twice as long as I breastfed Joshua. Longer …