Dear Kiersten,
Do you ever wish you had a blog where you wrote under a pseudonym so that you could post all the funny things your kids did and said that you really can’t because they would massacre you when they were older. Of course then no one would read it because you couldn’t tell anyone it existed so it would be just you and your computer chuckling together.
Chuckling with me, myself, and I,
Rachel
I say we post now and purge later…maybe.
You are an egg, Rachel.