This time of year

I remember when I wrote this post -- about the autumn leaves crunching under my feet and the smell of firewood in the air. I remember it so vividly, yet it was over six years ago, when my daughter was not even six months old. She was just starting to speak, as she was an incredibly early (and eager) ...

Mother of the year.

It may be chaos over here. I may have let the dog out and forgotten to let her in and now can't move because the baby finally fell asleep on me. I may hear my daughter rummaging through the pantry and trying to figure out if she can figure out how to let the dog ...