I’ve was a Daddy’s girl from the start. As a freshly baked potato hot from the oven I was the rudest baby ever, constantly screaming and carrying on, crying for no reason, giving my poor mom no break in the screeching action for hours on end. Yet when my dad would come home after a long day of rolling… Continue reading father’s day

We are popping! According to the What to Expect manifesto, the little scallop is apparently measuring in at about the size of the palm of my hand – and God knows I have large hands – but for whatever reason, this palm-sized creature of the deep equates to my stomach starting to resemble a large exotic melon of… Continue reading the middle of the middle