A Door Closes, A Door Opens

It felt just the same as any other afternoon I picked her up from childcare. I opened the heavy front door, removed my shoes, and signed her out in the notebook on the table. The noise of happy children playing drifted over from the rug in the other room, and then my...

ParentZ Bop: Tantrums and Demands

Ah, toddlers. Those purveyors of public humiliation, beggars for the other kind of squeezy yogurt, tormentors of big sisters, and unrelenting advocates for the right to wear the unwashed pair of Doc McStuffins underwear (that also has Lambey on it, because, duh)....
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