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The Middles
In birth order lore, middles are peacemakers. But what happens when middlehood splits? Do the middle children go through some sort of quantum shift in which their strengths become their darkness? Do they go from Peacemaker to The Equalizer?
Holy Water
If a single drop mellowed her even a little bit, God, I’d dunk her in that baptismal font so fast.
Tell Me Everything
We worry so much about babies talking. Then we spend the rest of their childhoods wishing they would hush.
Peachy pale Santa
We all deserve to see heroes that look like us and – for whatever reason – Santa is his hero.
Adoption Day
Our younger two children will always and forever have a road not taken. And that’s confusing.
Sister Snapshots
With the butts gone, I can see that the majority of Paige’s pictures are actually of June’s face.
Type 2 Fun
It’s not a vacation, it’s a slow-motion train wreck that will make us some memories.
Rose-Colored Goggles
Full of dread, you grab the kids (they’ve been in their swimsuits for hours), pile into the car, and head to the pool.
Little Surprises
In Real Simple houses, blankets are neatly folded or artistically piled on unstained sofas. Your sofa has pencil illustrations, marker streaks, and blood stains.
Economies of Scale
It’s not that I didn’t want our fourth. I just wanted to know that my husband and I weren’t the only ones who thought 4 > 3