Why do I even do this to myself? Sure, go ahead and schedule a midwife appointment and a dentist appointment for your son on the same day. You’ll probably get enough sleep the night before. Everyone will be ready on time. You’ll have someone to watch Ronan during your appointment, and traffic will be fine. It wont be too late… Read More
A Grape Popsicle.
This week, Brock was off galavanting around Anaheim at Blizzcon. He left on Wednesday afternoon, and I was working that day. Brock’s little brother Brady had come to stay with us so we would have someone to watch Ronan. Thursday morning, we spent some much needed play time with Ronan’s buddy Fox (and his sweet momma!) While we were there,… Read More
24 Weeks and 20 Months.
Also known as six months. Not really, until tomorrow, but earlier is better than later is better than never. When I was pregnant with Ronan, I realized that people don’t like to hear that you are miserable. When they ask how you are feeling, they want to hear that you feel great. I never did. But I bit my tongue,… Read More
The Fever.
This child. The one that never complains, never gets sick, always sleeps. He’s in a perpetual good mood, despite some occasional crabbiness. He’s a pro at playing independently. He hasn’t been himself. For days now, Ronan has been whiny, crabby, frustrating, irritating, upset and impatient. He wants to sit on my lap all day. He wants me to carry him… Read More
My Little Love.
<3.
