Living. And loving. And hurting.
It was time! And I was excited! Brock didn’t want to come, but I begged him because 33 weeks pregnant + toddler = difficult to do ANYTHING. Ronan sat sweetly, and only got mad at the cape (again.) We laughed at his eyebrows going up when the clippers touched his neck. We chuckled when he tried to turn around, a… Read More
This is a story, as a mom, that I just HAVE to share. Last night, Ronan was extra tired. We fed him some dinner and then went for an early bath. He was with a sitter yesterday, and one of the things that happens when Ronan’s with a sitter is that I lose track of when poops happen. Never usually… Read More
