Last Saturday, while Alivia was at a swim party in Colby, I took our two youngest daughters to the grocery store. This usually doesn’t intimidate me, as I know a handy two-letter word. My husband, on the other hand, didn’t master this word for a while. Like when he took our 3-year-old and 4-year-old on a walk through the mall and returned, carrying two “Build-A-Bear” boxes. Mom trying o...
