Having a teenager is not that much different than having a three year old....in some ways. I try to remember this when MY teenager's mood changes on a dime. One minute, emotionally, we're breezing through Bath and Body Works while the smells of ginger citrus and cotton blossoms waft around us, then the next it's like we're at Walmart and every aisle smells like fried chicken fingers and rednecks. I mention this because we had this experience at the bowling alley today. I have very few pictures to actually share with you because I didn't want the sight of Lydia's head spinning in complete circles to frighten you. In all fairness to her, she could probably say the same for me on occasion. Oh. By the way...I'm blogging again.
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