“That was buuuuun!” Max squeals, as we ease our car down the windy driveway that connects my mom’s house to the rest of the world. At three years old, the letter “F” is still a “B”, but his pronunciation is always punctuated by copious amounts of enthusiasm. We are going home. We are home. We’re…
My motto is “Parenting kicks your ass”. I don’t like the lies that moms tell each other. About how things are always so wooonderful, and their kids are the perfect mix of “May I please have another helping of broccoli” and creative Crayola genius. Please. Parenting kicks your ass. My kid has gotten up around…
In case you were wondering, we’ve traded our house by the bay for a house by the beach. For the week, anyway. For vacation, at least. San Diego has welcomed us with open arms, old favorites, and new hidden gems. Lev and his mommy Mindy joined us for a choose-your-own-adventure playdate. A train ride, pennies…