I Bought a Purse and I Love It
Ok, technically it’s not a purse. Technically it’s a fanny pack. Which name is worse?
The night before our son’s due date, I was lying in bed, apparently doing the male version of nesting: last second panic that led to me overnighting Amazon items I thought would make our lives just a little easier with two-under-two and a 10-year-old. The shopping cart ended up consisting of: