When my son was just born, the smell of his newborn head was like some sort of magic drug. I would sniff his head, inhaling the sweet, sweet infant smell while we cuddled or nursed. As he grew up, he maintained this sweetness, mixed with the smell of sunshine, fresh dirt and something uniquely him. But, now? At almost 8 years old my son has turned into a boy, stink and all.Read Full Story
My kids love to build forts. I like that they use their imagination to make these hideouts. What I do not like is the abuse my furniture and my bed linens have to endure in these endeavors. So, I took it upon myself to build them a teepee in the backyard.Read Full Story
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