"What are we having for dinner?" he says, as he's digging in the pantry before his schoolbag is even off his back.
I wish I had a dollar for every grilled cheese that was made in my house this summer.
(Not a complaint, just a statement about the sheer volume of sandwiches 😂)
Here we see a preteen boy (Eaticus Sweatera). He has retreated to his cave after battle. Snacks, socks, and the sound of YouTube is all that can be detected. Best to let him emerge when he's ready, so as not to disrupt the delicate balance of power.
I swear, every day he takes out an outfit for himself and an outfit for the floor 🙄
Hang it up! 😡
Came home to find my Easter wreath had been replaced...
At least they won 🤗
Having a son means watching him leave wearing $150 sneakers and a t-shirt he got free at a baseball tournament.
A ball bouncing outside is like the call of the wild to my boys.
I need book recommendations-- 11-12-yo boys, good readers but not avid readers, ideally something not heavy fantasy/post-apocalyptic and not an athlete who's trying to navigate the world (and field) after losing one or both parents (this is a surprisingly common theme 🙄).
There has to be something I'm not thinking of.
Every hair cut.
Every good decision.
Every stolen base.
Every awesome report card.
He looks older with every step.
With a love of children and a passion for reading and writing, Kelly decided to share her experiences with others through the pages of the Crib Notes book and site.
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