Every-night before bedtime we ask Little MPB who is taking him to bed tonight. For a while now he always says MommyDaddy.
So then we’d ask again and tell him he had to choose just one of us to take him. 182 more words
Eighty degrees on a Sunday morning. Husband is gone on his yearly trip to the Reno air races. The boys and I head off to the Desert Botanical Gardens, (admittedly, there was some grumbling for they wanted the Science Center which I have tired of due to the frequency of our visits). 290 more words
Over the past few weeks my three year old has developed the mouth of a sailor. We were having a very good time in my opinion, just coloring and discussing the events of his afternoon with his PawPaw when he states “I’m sick of this shit mommy” dropped the crayon and walked away. 94 more words