(2013) Got home from the store to see my husband on his hands and knees in our new Indian neighbors' driveway surrounded by their four adorable little girls and their mom. He was pumping up the tires of all of their bikes and tricycles. I love that guy.
True and funny stories from the lighter side of raising my sons and daughter. As the Southern mama of this crew, I'm usually somewhere between "Bless your hearts!" and "Y'all act like you got some sense!" If we ever need to find our way home, we just follow the trail of red clay and glitter.
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