Last week in school, my daughter's class shared the indoor play area with the Pre-K. I was so tickled to see many of the older girls fawning over my daughter, as they held her hand and walked her around, pushed her in a play car and even taught her some of their games. But my daughter, ...
Oh, Scott.
You're right. You're always right. Cut out all these exclamation points. An exclamation point is like laughing at your own joke. -F. Scott Fitzgerald And, noted.
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23. Your Shoes So, I was all prepared to use this photo: Because a) these were actually the shoes I wore this morning as we took a sunny stroll around the neighborhood and b) I was actually outside, walking. I know. My sneakersliterallyhad dust on them. But, then, my daughter walked into my closet and said, "Ooooh, mommy shoes. Pretty." She's got ...
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22. Where you work. Because a place without glittery butterflies is no place for me.
I mean…
Not only does this girlie girl insist upon accessorizing, but she even chose to do so with feathers. She's a keeper, she is.
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21. Fave Photo of You Because I'm down the shore in a one-shouldered, watermelon bathingsuit. That's why. (and also, MUST find this swimsuit for the babe! And a grown up version for the bestie! J, I'm on it!)
Oh. Duh. Why didn’t I think of this 3 hours ago?
When this was going on, all I had to do was to [youtube=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TXmLjbTBcdU] oh she may be weary them young girls they do get wearied... but when she gets weary try a little tenderness
Let it do what it do.
This evening, my daughter had some play time with her very best friend. The girls play several times a week, and have done so for the past year. They share family dinners, dance parties, sweet toddler kisses, and a language that is their own. They are so in love. Yet tonight, they were two. Terribly two. My daughter ...
Golly, I’m sorry.
(So, #febphotoaday/20) 20. Handwriting #febphotoaday/19 19. Something you hate to do. The Laundry. I'm sure you can imagine why.
A Date Night
Tonight, my man and I went on a date. A real, honest to goodness date. We traded our ripped jeans and converse sneaks, time constraints and rushed conversations for a dim, cozy seat in a corner booth. And heels. High heels. We went to this place. We sat upstairs at the bar, and together we read every item on the ...
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