She woke up with one question. “You say, ‘Happy bootday, Reagan?’” After 364 days of talking about what she wants to do on her birthday – to the point we had to reign in and discipline it lest she drive … Continue reading
Our oldest is now a big fifteen-year-old. He reaches things off the high shelves, opens tight jars for me, and chops wood. He even (gasp) shaves. He was our smallest baby — now he wears Vince’s shirts that have shrunk … Continue reading
We’re on the highway, driving out of town to a standard six-month checkup. We’ve passed the glittering fall days that are all steel and gold with leaves scattering the sidewalks; now we’re onto the bare days, with smudged white skies … Continue reading