The New Black
Some see things in black or white
Some may say its day, or night
I will not live another day,
Unless I revel in the gray
Some see things in black or white
History continues to repeat itself. Here's the latest incarnation of MC's small country - she brought many of them to sit on the stairs. Quite a surprise when I turned the corner:
I was often bewildered by the task of motherhood, that precarious balance between total surrender and totalitarianism.
There's a post on this blog from a year ago, where I found Christopher up a tree, and -deja vu to you - I just found both kids there just a few days ago.
I succeeded for over six years in keeping Barbie out of our lives but with the start of Kindergarten, I knew that she would march right in the house. And she has.
Some of my favorite photos from the last month