Anything can be news. It all depends on your definition.
Today during naptime Natasha was standing at the gate in her doorway, leaning on it despondently.
“My heart is broken,” she said in her ‘sad’ voice. This was one of the many moments I’ve felt my natural response (laughter) in conflict with my parenting instinct. “My heart is broken,” she said again. I couldn’t decide if [...]
We got some sweet pictures of Melody with her first haircut and birthday party with Mom, Dad and Grandma.
Dad got a punch of “poppers” with paper streamers inside, and some of our pictures are of various people with streamers over their hair.
Mom asked Natasha, “Am I beautiful?” Colored paper piled all over.
“Almost,” said Natasha in [...]