Boy, but the girl can talk. Our daughter, bless her little heart, starts off slow in the morning. Together at breakfast, I’m able to read my book, perhaps look out the window, all to the glorious sounds of silence and…
Boy, but the girl can talk. Our daughter, bless her little heart, starts off slow in the morning. Together at breakfast, I’m able to read my book, perhaps look out the window, all to the glorious sounds of silence and…
Having kids means being ready for anything. Which isn’t really possible because they’ll always surprise you with something. Example: earlier this week I was giving Toddler Harbat a bath and, as usual, she had a running commentary going. When she…