A few times a week, some of you readers email me. Could you imagine having a real, honest-to-gosh Cafe au Play .
I had to figure out seatbelts and secure a faulty canopy. Often I'd bribe him with a drive through Burgerville, a "maybe we'll stop at.
a move which would have shocked me even a few years previous.
For how he sometimes calls his baby brother "little fella" and pats him on the head.
"You're going to be a good boy forever, once you turn four, aren't you? This was going to be a "where did the horses come from?
In fact, as I write this I'm listening to myself on the radio and really?
And let's just say, Everett went without TV for the entire week. For those times he throws his arms around me and tell me he loves me.
But I feel inauthentic.
And no time has his love, patience and ability to distract our boys with chocolate and the National Geographic Channel been tested to such a great extent. There was another time, at the park, with Everett and another nice mom who helped me hold him down as I buckled his helmet on. For those times he throws his arms around me and tell me he loves me.
Of course if you have been at a previous event, still, you'll want to come. I probably won't come away from this conference having learned a valuable new skill. While many of you know from my mention elsewhere that I'll be speaking, along with the lovely Asha Dornfest, I realized a few days ago that I never mentioned it here. Or his little foot got lodged in the division?
I had to figure out seatbelts and secure a faulty canopy. There was a Starbucks that seemed to directly counter everything the community had begged for. I started riding it around, and it's a great cruiser.