Day: November 18, 2025

There are moments in motherhood when you look around your house and think, “I’m being held hostage… by someone who can’t pronounce spaghetti.” Today was one of those days. Harper, my three-year-old tornado in a tutu, decided to be a big girl. And by “big girl,” I mean she quietly tiptoed into Lynnlee’s room, swiped a…