I feel like we've crossed another milestone and have gone from "little boys" to "guys" now that my sons have learned the alternate meaning of "balls".

Preschool graduation was way cuter.

Those buttons to get the walk signals at street corners are like slot machines. It's so hard to know when to walk away.

And I always find myself looking back to see if it finally hit.

Who is more exhausted, the person who blames others for their own mistakes or the person who blames themself for everyone else's?

From my 11 yo, at the mall on Mother's Day.

"It would be funny if there were a big chair set up and people lined up to sit on a mom's lap and get their picture taken."