Month: August 2015

Dave yelled “bye” as he walked out the door, and both Goos went running to the window to wave goodbye to him. I stood there thinking “how sweet” for about 4 seconds until Owen started to take his Jammie pants off. I shook my head and started to look for my phone. A pic of…

Don’t keep reading if a little foul language offends your eyes. Do keep reading if you are a fan of Target. “Where is my STICKER?” Owen screamed. I sighed. We’d been at the playground for a whole 10 minutes before the first melt down. I calmly told him it was in the car, but he…