Little Guy, Six months old!! Is what you are. Indeed, six months ago you were all coiled up in my belly like a snake ready to strike into our lives, which sounds super violent but was more super exhausting and super cute than anything else. Hey, run on sentence, there you are. We’re at the point with you where we…
“Oh, I had so much trouble even getting out of the house when my babies were little. You seem like you have it all together,” said the physical therapist as she massaged the tendons in my arm to alleviate the inflammation (thanks, tennis elbow as a result of playing … baby tennis?) I would have laughed really hard if she hadn’t been pressing…
Mr. Guy Smiley, Hallelujah!!! You have started SLEEPING and it makes me want to hit the caps lock and sing your praises. Thank you, sweet boy, for finally deciding that nighttime is the best time to sleep. I don’t even care if you ever nap predictably during the day because you sleep at night. (Remind me I said that.) Your…
To my son, Good lord you are a cute little person. You make me stupid with your cute. (And I don’t care if I’m biased. I should be biased; I’m your mother.) I love your tiny hands and little toes and kissable nose and the consistent mohawk that your hair enjoys becoming. You started grinning back at us in the…