I've learned to be careful when I get a notification from Outlook or Facebook about memories of that date, because sometimes it's a banal picture from a trip, but more often it's a picture from the double-pigtail/tutu years and it's like a punch in the gut to see. Also those toy kitchens are TRULY a nightmare to put together
I've learned to be careful when I get a notification from Outlook or Facebook about memories of that date, because sometimes it's a banal picture from a trip, but more often it's a picture from the double-pigtail/tutu years and it's like a punch in the gut to see. Also those toy kitchens are TRULY a nightmare to put together
I distinctly remember the Christmas Eve when I posted a picture of a glass of wine and the screws—just the screws—to the play kitchen we were assembling. *Multiple* people responded “oh, that’s the KidCraft kitchen… good luck.”
I've learned to be careful when I get a notification from Outlook or Facebook about memories of that date, because sometimes it's a banal picture from a trip, but more often it's a picture from the double-pigtail/tutu years and it's like a punch in the gut to see. Also those toy kitchens are TRULY a nightmare to put together
I distinctly remember the Christmas Eve when I posted a picture of a glass of wine and the screws—just the screws—to the play kitchen we were assembling. *Multiple* people responded “oh, that’s the KidCraft kitchen… good luck.”