Old Farts

I recently came across this gem on Instagram… at first I laughed my ass off, nodding in agreement as I sent it to MB. Then, after just a few minutes of browsing back through my own pre-children photos, it hit me. Holy s*@%!! When did we get old? I look at my face every single […]

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My First Born

We’ve always had a tumultuous relationship. Even in utero he was a stubborn one. He sat straight up, refusing to turn down. That should have been my first signal that he would have a mind of his own, choosing his own path, not bending to the will of others (and by others, I mean me). […]

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