"Tears-pouring-down-my-face, couldn't-talk-couldn't-breathe kind of laughing. Screaming laughing. So hard that I was sobbing because I couldn't get it together."
"We had gone through the terrible twos three times, and made it through the Threenager Tornado in triplet. Through that time we had suffered zero tree incidents and absolutely no, I repeat no broken ornaments. So what’s our secret? We did it without barricading the tree or putting it on a table."
“Is he walking yet?” I immediately gave a long-winded response, probably 5 sentences longer than was expected. I didn’t realize until about a minute after the conversation was over where I thought to myself, “Why did you even go there?” I could have simply smiled and answered, “No, not yet,” but instead I had to share everything else he is doing as if it was an issue he’s not yet walking at 12 months.
