I’m bracing myself…
…for seven hours on a plane with this girl starting at 5:30 am tomorrow. Say prayers for me! …and everyone else on the plane…
…for seven hours on a plane with this girl starting at 5:30 am tomorrow. Say prayers for me! …and everyone else on the plane…
While we’re on the topic of doctors and hospitals, I’ve said before that no mother should have to watch her baby be taken down the hallway to be put under…
For some reason my kids conjured up the idea that it’s Lucy’s birthday tradition to go camping. And it’s weird, because, although I’ll be the first to admit that I…
Two years ago I held this tiny little newborn in my arms and had no idea what was in store for me. For my kids. For our family. For our…
Call me crazy, but this is my new favorite picture:I love it because it’s Lucy in all her glory. I love her that her thighs smoosh together so much when…
Lu’s walking. I’m not talking about taking steps. I’m talking about holding my hand and walking along with me…by my side…without throwing a tantrum that she’s not on my hip….
Lucy’s confused. I think instead of seeing me as her mother who will walk around holding her hand and run after her, she thinks I am her personal motorized wheelchair….
I’m running in circles. And there’s no end in sight. Poor Lucy. I sat there in the lab today holding her with all my might while she flailed around trying…