We’d called my mother to say, “Happy birthday.”  Boy Two (aka Kid Kaboom) was singing a seriously goofy, nasal-ly version on a phone upstairs; I was cackling into the phone

If I were some technological genius, I would include in these last two blog posts, a scratch-and-sniff button that would have you leaning, nose pressed, against your screen.  I’d like

“EC, BR, BHM, and 8 others like this.” This was my Facebook status one day after we’d spent an entire Saturday doing the very things mentioned above. Actually, it was