My dad has been a long-distance runner for 40 years. His passion is training and competing and winning.
The days just keep rolling past in a blur of kids’ activities, half-assed housework, play dates, and deliciously downloaded television shows watched on the laptop in bed at night.
I am breaking out and it’s not pretty. My latest post at urbanmoms.ca is up and it details the glistening whiteheads on my chin.
My newest post is up at urbanmoms.ca and it’s all about how fat I’m getting. Who wouldn’t want to revel in that? Head on over.
Today we blew bubbles, mopped the floor, ate twice-baked potatoes, and laughed a lot.
I adore her crazy, tangled mop of wild curls. So her.
Playtime with Daddy gets the biggest giggles out of these girls.
I got a call from my doctor last week and she said, “I have the results from your ultrasound.”
OK, I thought. Strange that she’s calling at seven in the evening; I hope everything’s fine.