The Littlest Elf That Could, Fo'Shizzle!
Hope found her sister's infamous skull cap (you know, the one I wrote about, a few years ago, when my middle girl was going through, well, at the time, it seemed like something pretty major) and, as with most things in our house, time heals old parenting wounds and my husband, Garth [not his real name] and I just don't seem to sweat small-ish head gear, anymore. "Wait, let mommy take your picture!" You see, Hope is our youngest and, being 4th in an already long line waiting to get into the bathroom (my 16 year old has moved in,... Read more →