Or . . . “I Feel Pretty” . . . What do you think, Daddy?

Last night, Annalyn told me my sock was pretty. More specifically, she said, “Sock,” petted my brown nylon covered foot, and said, “Pretty.”She also says “pretty” when I wear my blue t-shirt, when I brush her hair and when we put a bow in her hair.And when her daddy...

A case of the Mondays.

Most days when I leave for work, Annalyn waves her little hand and says in her sweet little voice, “Bye-bye!” Sometimes, if I’m lucky, I even get, “Bye-bye, Mommy!”Yesterday was not so smooth. As I got ready, proud that for once, I wasn’t running several minutes late...

Feels Like Coming Home

When I was a senior in high school, I took College English. One of our early assignments in the fall was to define a word. We each drew a slip of paper from a bowl, and the word we saw was our writing prompt.The word I drew was “home.”As I worked to define that word,...

Danke schoen, Mr. Hughes.

Last night, Mark and I took a cranky-pants toddler who is obsessed with “walk!” and “steps!” to a little birthday dinner. After watching several games of Pac-Man, cruising up and down the table, chewing on some cheese bread and spitting it out, and generally causing...

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