It’s been about a month since I got bangs and here are my thoughts on the matter:
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Merry Christmas! Here’s to rosy cheeks, mulled wine and great memories.
We just got back from a week in the frigid prairies, visiting my mom and dad in Regina. (I had forgotten how AWFUL the winters are there. Really, there are no words to describe the horror.
My Grandma and Grandpa used to live in a yellow farm house in small-town Saskatchewan and it had a tire swing in the gully, a big rock we’d have picnics on, and a massive ant hill down the dirt road that we would
School photos. Love them. I know lots of parents boycott them, but every year I shell out the $20 to get a few prints made and mail them out to far-away loved ones.
All three of our girls sucked at sleeping. I was a half-dead, hollowed version of myself for about six years as they learned to suck a little less at sleeping through the night.