clop...clop...clop...
It's the familiar slow, belabored steps of a toddler in adult high heels. Enormous effort and equal pride in each step, my girl is...
A couple weeks ago, during the normal bedtime circus, my then-just-under-five-year-old, Collier, asked if we could catalog his scabs. Used to these types of...
Well, it happened.
Bellowing down from the landing upstairs - "MOOOOOM."
And, just like that, I became a "mom." Because I'm just a slight bit melodramatic...