Here’s my boy on the playground with his best and favorite girl, Lily. She is an angel to my son, and I love how she always takes him under her wing. Here, she’s trying to show him how to shoot baskets. He’s really digging basketball lately. He always digs Lily.

This week, Mallory learned how to swallow pills. Last week, we were at the doctor, trying to pinpoint the cause of her chronic stomachaches and skin rashes. I was thinking gluten allergy, but nope. All her bloodwork came out perfect. So now we’re trying a month of Tagamet and regular does of antihistamine to help with her skin. So far, so good.

And here, I present to you, the real reason I bought a sewing machine. So I can learn to hem my own damned jeans. I don’t know why jeans come in just three lengths. This is a more refined explanation of jean lengths:
Short: REALLY short. Like, Kayley short. You should just buy petite.
Regular: Still too short if you’re wearing any footwear besides flip-flops.
Tall: These are for your tall friend. Not you.
They don’t make a length called For Women Who Are 5’6, so my jeans are never the right length. I had a pair professionally hemmed last year and it cost a grip. I know I can do this myself! And then my jeans won’t look like this anymore:









