Clare walks into the room covered in something brown. I ask her what it is and she replies in a wistful voice “shhhhacat”
ah. chocolate. good.
Sadly, I wasn’t so lucky 2 days ago. While eating dinner Clare turns to face me. While holding a hot dog in her right hand she holds out her left hands...
Clare and Lydia were fighting over a container of bubbles. Clare bit Lydia’s thumb. Between hysterical sobs Lydia cries “Clare ate me!”.
This morning carter, Bella and I sneaked out of the house at 8 AM leaving Chris and the babies asleep. We headed over to the Farmer’s Market. Amazingly our favorite parking spot was still open (I’m not telling you where our secret spot is because you might steal it next week) so we didn’t have...
