She is two. And totally ticked about it.
This morning I exchanged a few emails with my dad about our baby naming adventures.
A few months ago I fired off an email to the blogging great, Swistle, at her baby naming blog. Lo and behold, my entry appeared today.
I remember it happening in the final days of my pregnancy with Avelyn, this quieting of the spirit as I prepared for my life to change.
The strep throat seeped into Steve’s body this morning and he’s been laying in bed all day, moaning and writhing and asking me to dip a wash cloth in cool water for him to drape across his forehead.