It all started with Harold & the Purple Crayon. My youngest and I read the story together in front of a blazing fire and he said he wanted to have this book in his collection someday when he grows...
As I chop and dice to a beat; close a door with a foot, a drawer with a hip, and turn to rinse a radish. Dinner prep is never as fun as when you’re watching and adoring me and burping the baby while I...
