Happy birthday, Peanut. My apathetic, expressionless, indifferent little ten year old. My stoic, impassive, uncommunicative, emotionless, vacuous, lackluster, bespectacled closed book, encapsulated in a wet
Remember my beautiful youngest daughter, Helena, and her freaky tongue that she can fold on command like a sandwich? Seriously, she slaps that thing in
Once again, Zoe has disobeyed me. Despite my heated requests and pleas and screeching beseeching, she absolutely refuses to stop growing up. She will turn
Helena tested for her orange belt last Friday. I let her, even though I’m not big fan of orange. I would have preferred the purple
At Helena’s last dental appointment, her dentist observed that as Helena was almost ten years old, she would soon begin losing another round of baby