My dad lifted me on to the kitchen island, walked all the way to the living room, put his arms out and said, “Okay. You ready? 1, 2, 3, jump!”...

I don’t know how I ended up on the floor, with my back nearly out shouting, “Shut up already! I can’t spin it any tighter!” While Rob says, “Don’t say...

The first sad moment I recall is the stain. My dad and brother were carrying boxes and my mom opened the door. There was a sea of black, greasy, shiny...

Moments before Rob caught this pic with Bruno, I was trying to read a book on my Kindle app, resting my tweaked back, when both my girls wanted to lay...

My girls have been competing over my attention and affection lately. Like at dinner, I have to sit in the middle of them so they can both “sit by mommy!”...

TALK WITH TODDLERS AT YOUR OWN RISK ME: Poppy, how come you don’t like Jumping for Jesus? (Yes, at her preschool (at a church), they have a bounce house called...