As if my son’s expanders weren’t enough metal in his mouth now he has braces too.
Our last day started the same as the first – with french toast.
So I ate my left-over oatmeal as promised, mid-morning.
I’m sure as you can tell, I usually write at night.
I feel bored writing about our mornings, there’s so much of the same.
Today was easier than yesterday.
Summer means a break from the nut butter