The girls and I have been hit with another cold. Another. This is getting mighty old.
Her eyes are staying blue.
Perhaps Mary-Janes weren’t the best choice for such a muddy day.
I remember when I was 79 months pregnant with Jolie and I would read blogs of women who were experiencing life with a baby and toddler and they frightened me.
Last Friday I found myself sitting around a table with a few women from different age groups and walks of life. The conversation turned to that of weight and body image and our personal experiences in both matters.
Stats:
I don’t want to talk about it.
This week was Bad. Not just a little bad, but “capital B” Bad.
I never had a sister. I am glad that these two will never have to say that.