On Sunday my parents and Ivan were at the front door knocking and waiting for me to come down the stairs to let them in.
Mariposa, of course, was barking at the door.
On the other side of the door, Ivan was yelling "Popo, it's me. It's me, Popo."
I though this was endearing.
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Midnight ramblings of a working mom of two kids.
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- Nina
- Just another 30-something who lives in Washington, D.C. burbs, juggling kids, family, work, etc. This is a story about my transformation into a mom--thoughts on motherhood, ponderings on unexpected mommy dilemmas, and a record of my sons' developmental milestones and other silly events--while trying to preserve a sense of self.
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