Mean Mommy

My child just told me I am the meanest Mommy. And, for this distinguished honor, I will no longer be receiving night-night kisses or allowed to read to him.
I don’t think he knows how cute he is when he’s on a tirade.
Okay, no excuse here, I have no idea why we don’t have pics from this one. We went to Playa Palancar as one big happy family. But, I…
This is how my kids enter a grocery store. While I merely walk past the bike rack. You will also note, there are no bikes in that rack…
I found this in the back of a useless hard to reach into cabinet. This year’s model of Wicker Swan basket comes complete with classic red-and-white checkered picnic…
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