Ahem.I almost forgot about posting my pinterest discoveries for this week.We’re preparing for a minor surgery for Million tomorrow, amidst our family celebration of Christmas. If I’m already forgetting by the first week, I’m likely doomed to fail at some point.But I’m here.I made it. I may or may not …
Dear Million:Two years ago, Daddy bought you a squeaky hedgehog dog toy and a hedgehog blanket. I cried because you weren’t home. Last year, we bought you presents and a book. I cried because you weren’t home. You celebrated you first Christmas with a photo album of us, clothes we …
My one feminine spot in our house. I’ll need to put a chair in here when the burping and farting jokes start.
If I were in my late 30’s/early 40’s and survived Footloose and acid-dye jeans in the 1980’s, or if I were born in the Clinton era or later, I would think it would be cute to say “I heart such and such.” I tried saying it a few times.It just …
I typically refrain from analyzing our adoption—where we are, if we’ve bonded, etc. Usually it seems that complete strangers and extended family members will do that for us, without putting much extensive thought or knowledge into the matter. “Oh, he seems to be attaching so well!” they gush. People love …