My daughter rode her bike to a sleepover at my mom’s last weekend, an event that marked for me how grown-up she’s getting on so many levels. This picture shows her with her grandparent escorts, my mom’s friend who Miss O calls her “honorary grandpa” in the rear carrying her stuffies in his backpack.
We also did a lot of good spring cleaning this week. When we aren’t at the carwash (and like Bridgette, I might have to get a monthly membership), Mr. D is usually satisfied by being able to wash the windows at the gas station.


















