Loving Luchadores

Can you wrestle, Daddy?  Similar to just about every other aspect of their lives, I need to differentiate (alert educator’s term) when being pummeled by my daughters on our king size bed. My oldest can actually push me over if she gets a running start and I am not braced on all fours. I haveContinueContinue reading “Loving Luchadores”

Nature’s Quiet Observer

On a recent trip my eldest was outnumbered by the amount of adults and little kids. The curse of our friends’ having younger kids, she often has to figure out what she will do (though always invited to play). Yet, for the most part, she is an independent bug and finds solace in book, screenContinueContinue reading “Nature’s Quiet Observer”