The sultry siren song of a summertime weekend made me do it. It was 5 p.m. on Friday night and still 80 degrees out. Music in the Park was calling our name. It was the perfect recipe for an evening out â€“ weâ€™d hit up the local sandwich shop and run the energy off on the slides.
And as in an environment as such, the more the merrier â€“ some friends decided to join us. Continue reading
My phone buzzed. And like the Pavlovâ€™s dog response the text indicator has now created in me, I looked down at my phone.
The boys want nothing to do with the potty. Rather they seem to be quite enamored with going through 3,000 diapers per year.
So we ordered books. (Because heretoforth those â€œWhat To Expectâ€ how-to guides have always served us so wellâ€¦) Continue reading