Two Week-Old Ian. Sniff.
I love how he’s surrounded by towels and blankets. We were overwhelmed with the poop/pee/milk/barf factor.
I love how he’s surrounded by towels and blankets. We were overwhelmed with the poop/pee/milk/barf factor.
Feeling every emotion currently: Happy Ian’s developing so beautifully. Sad he’s not a little baby anymore. Scared for his safety (and my sanity) as we enter toddler-dom. Husband is currently doing some sleep-training with Ian (while I sleep-best husband in the world). It’s been going really well, although I hesitate to even write this for […]Read Post ›