The end of the Vacation Odyssey. Praise Jesus. Or Buddha. Whoever.
On our first night home from vacation, the Tyrant woke up screaming for milk in the middle of the night. I stumbled into her room with a sippy cup. “I want you to yay with me,” she said. I drew back the comforter to snuggle with her for a minute, and as I stretched out Read More
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