In the midst of a dreaded Walmart run, I had a moment. Don't worry. This isn't a teary-eyed post. It will be a celebration of sorts. A celebration that it was MY kid having a meltdown and not yours. Come on. Admit it. When you see a child sobbing for a new toy or screaming... Continue Reading →
Baby, You’re My Firework
In the midst of a dreaded Walmart run, I had a moment. Don't worry. This isn't a teary-eyed post. It will be a celebration of sorts. A celebration that it was MY kid having a meltdown and not yours. Come on. Admit it. When you see a child sobbing for a new toy or screaming... Continue Reading →