I have always thought my Dad was made for Grandparenthood.
"I'm OK if they're OK"
Sometimes I see one of my children, and I am gobsmacked
I could strike up a conversation, but that seems counter productive.
What am I missing most?
I did not know how I would survive.
I did NOT like being beaten by kindergarten poop.
When this is over, I am not sure I want to go back to Normal.
It's just that I'm not certain that I'm doing it right, this life.
We are done with waiting and hoping.
Brooklyn will always be part of my story.
I have a confession. That's not me.
"Next time, this guy can have a toilet paper swing!"
This gave me a little shiver.
So we packed our bag filled with stuffed dogs and toy swords and off we all went.
If the Obamas had a theme song, I would download it.
It seems so obvious now, yet shocking.
Lucy never warned me that this could happen.
My step dad was really into Doberman Pincers. Though none of our dogs was the least bit aggressive, it was fun to walk them, because people were afraid. It was
It was something good.
There were movies and games in the children’s lounge. And lollipops.
We are not cake people.
From this picture, you can probably guess why.
“No more pictures. You have to go upstairs.”
If I’d only seen that video before my wedding, perhaps Liz wouldn’t have had to wait 5 more years for her own wedding day.