You know those mornings when you are so tired you don’t think you’ll be able to get out of bed? Yesterday was one of those for me. You know what helps in that situation? Bringing your boys in bed with you (and some books too, of course). I love them so much my heart hurts.
I originally posted this in October 2009 when OBoy was 4 months old – about the age that OBrother is now. Rereading it last night was exactly the reminder I needed. For them, then. :: :: :: :: :: :: Holy matrimonial week from Hades. Having a baby is hard on a marriage, there’s no [...]
I watch their days mostly from above them. I lean over his crib and tuck the blanket up around his frogged legs, from above he takes up a humorously small area of his mattress. I walk into the play room where he is crouched over a recycling truck making sound effects, loading and unloading the [...]
This baby thing, man. Can’t get me enough. What is it about the everywhichway hair that is maybe sort of balding along the back that gets me? Why does it make me giggle and feel all bubbly inside? And his daddy’s eyes. How on earth is it possible to have exact replicas – but miniature [...]
