My dearest D, Today, you are two years old. Today, I have to officially stop calling you my “one-year-old wonder.” Today, I look at you and see such a startlingly grown-up little person that I can barely stand it. You are using the potty… Continue Reading “Then then he was two …”
Our son, D, is 23 months old. Actually, he’s one year, 11 months, three weeks, and one day old. But he’s still ONE. I get laughed at a lot lately, when I say things like, “But he’s only ONE!” or “My one-year-old …” People give… Continue Reading “Meet my son … he’s one!”
No post today, bloggy-friends, as I’m busy showering my sweet man with birthday love. And cinnamon toast. And uninterupted TV time while I serve beer and snacks in a short skirt, or something. There’s never been a guy who deserved it more. XOXO