A Grandfather’s Love, Demonstrated in Freeze Pops

As the weather starts to break a bit, we make plans for Spring Break, and I book my kids in a variety of Summer camps,  I am reminded that this summer will be different because we won't have my dad to share the summer with,  My dad kept these on the rotation, in every flavor. Not even sure how he gets them now because I think they are the equivalent of "kid crack"--made with artificial coloring, flavoring, and sugar . To my kids though, these freeze pops were love and summer wrapped in a bow.

An Unglamorous Story…

Even those of us who appreciate the value of a glamorous life and are committed to not letting the baby steel our style are sometimes blindsided.

This morning, Andre went off early to work and the baby and I were hanging out together. We had a grand time. I made myself a smoothie with mango, nectarines and Greek yogurt. I even got to read an actual book as the baby took her nap. Inside, I was patting myself on the back for being organized and peacefully enjoying a day of luxury.

When Andre got home he looked at me and smiled. I thought that he was admiring my accomplishments too. Then he pointed at my pants and asked, “Is that poopy”?

I guess every moment in Chaton’s World can’t be glamorous!
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