There are two golden standards of “perfection” I hold myself to. Maybe more. But to not meet these particular standards is cardinal sin. Worse than death. They are: I must be on time to places. and I must not cry in front of anyone other than Michael or Million. …
Tomorrow, Million will be watched by a complete stranger for the first time…(well, since he’s been our son, at least.)He and I have spent about 60 hours apart total since he’s come into our care. And that is including the time that Michael has been watching him solo. I’ve joined …
Michael taught Million to make tortillas. Babywearing Brothers-in-Law. Million’s first time up an apple tree—despite the signs that said “no climbing.” I think this may be the first “belly picture” to hit our blog. 32 weeks. (I only have about three “belly pictures” in general.) Okay. After the onslaught of …