When I was in grade school, I came home the first day of every new school year to a pan of freshly baked brownies and a new box of crayons. I distinctly remember one year my mom found a “rainbow crayon” that colored multiple different colors. I was in heaven. It wasn’t about the actual …
To My ‘Last Baby,’ Who Isn’t a Baby Anymore
We took down the baby gates last month. For good. Never to be used again. And while a big part of me jumped with joy to have free access to my stairs once again, another little part of me felt a pang. We bought you a mattress last weekend. Not quite yet but so soon, …