Some mornings promise particularly good hair days.
As I poured Dylan’s cereal he said “You’re a good helper, Mommy.” Why thank you, son. It’s nice to be appreciated.
Daddy fixed Whitney a taste of green tea, she liked it!
We all wore green…well, at least I planned to but I never made it out of my workout clothes.
Whitney ate her weight in corned beef – “more chikn!” she requested over and over.
Tradition…the wig. Except I just realized we skipped it last year when she was in the hospital…so we’ve got 7 months, 19 months, and now 3.5 yrs.