Dear Son #3, Seven. Years. Old. I feel like it was just yesterday we had to get your brothers up in the middle of the night so that we could welcome you and your very large head into the world. Over the previous nine months, everyone thought you were a girl to a point where… Continue reading Boy oh boy.
Dear Son #3, On January 9, 2023 at 10:38 am, I hovered over the "submit" button, took a deep breath, closed my eyes and hit it. You were officially registered to go to school in September. I breathed out slowly and looked over at you, creating a large family of venomous snakes out of Play… Continue reading Frank the Tank.
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