Overheard as I was trying to get out the door with Miles this morning: "No Miles! You CAN'T take Daddy's hat full of rocks!" Naturally, a five-minute-long meltdown followed.
Miles burst into the bathroom this morning as I was getting ready and, seeing that I was styling my hair, insisted that he wanted some of my forming cream. While I'd normally be fine with it, this was clearly one of those rare mornings where he had actually allowed Jaclyn to use his spray gel; … Continue reading Year 4, Day 284
The completely normal way we typically try to leave the house.