Dear Feff, This past week you lost your first tooth, got your first fat lip, and you...er...turned six. Even though I expressly told you not to. Even though you and I had a deal. I mean, I allowed you to turn five last year, after all. "Don't worry, Mommy. I'll always be your baby." As if. So you're six. And ...
You chose the perfect time of year to mess with my shit. So thank you for that. And unless you are a homeless family of five who was just looking for a nice place to celebrate their Christmas, I'm going to assume you suck. I have a tendency to pre-judge. Sorry. First of all, I'd like to note how ...
Dear Sydney and Elijah, You are 5 and 3 years old and something happened today that warrants some discussion. Maybe not now, but someday, you'll ask. And I'll have to have my answers ready. A man was killed today. A bad man. A man who was responsible for hurting many people all over the world. It took ...
Tushy Boy, I know it's a little confusing, because your birthday party was back in February, but today you are officially 3 years old. It's hard for me to wrap my head around ...
Baby, When I ask you how you can be so handsome, I'm not kidding. I seriously can't wrap my mind around the fact that I birthed a future J. Crew model. Your tousled little hairs and kooky sense of humor give you a little edge, thankfully. ...
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