To my second child on her third birthday.

To my second child on her third birthday.

Dear Issa, I feel like I’ve told this story before, but just in case it hasn’t been saved for posterity, here goes. When I was pregnant with you, I distinctly remember sitting down with a friend who had already given birth to multiple children. I told her...
That Bathtime Bliss

That Bathtime Bliss

  It happens at the end of every day. My head is throbbing, the girls are fighting, and all is about to descend into mayhem before I yell that magical word: BATHTIME! Into the tub they go, the tears are instantly wiped away, and mama gets a breather as bedtime...