I look at your face; How it fits in my hand. I smile at your noises; Your grunts, squeals, and cries. I hold your small body; Feet, arms, fingers, nose. Each day that passes You grow a bit older. Your eyes understand more. Your body fills out more. Your hands try to...
I rolled over. Yup, all by myself! I AM THE MAN! So proud… Must brag… So excited! What’s next? Crawling? SO ready for that. That’s what I would say if I end up with The Mommy’s personality. Let’s try The Daddy’s…...
Teeth. Teeth hurt. Well, technically, the gums hurt. Specifically, when the teeth are puncturing the gums as they push their way up. I can’t sleep. I can’t be put down. Eating is my only comfort, so I must do it constantly. If I can’t eat, then I...
