My kids adore daddy. When he walks through the door at the end of a long day, a gust of fresh air enters the room. Everyone is suddenly energized and cheerful, and all temper tantrums-in-progress become long forgotten. Daddy is the fun one. Daddy has that special touch. My daughter, Karenna, jumps into his arms, and it’s all over. And the feeling is mutual–He’s wrapped around her pudgy little finger. Father’s Day reminds me of this stuff, and also of my own dad. I remember how he taught me how to bait a hook and check the oil in my first …
A Happy Mom=A Good Mom
Now that I’ve officially hopped on the mom-blogging bandwagon, I find myself wondering, “What is so interesting about my life that I need to document it for the world?”