Three of my babies died. I miss them. I love them. I remember them — not that I’ve ever forgotten. It’s just that today, I am allowed to be a bereaved mother, to mourn, and to speak of the babies I carry in my heart. No one can tell me…
This is one of our more successful attempts at a back carry using a woven wrap by Little Frog. I’m getting there.
Who took his first solo steps yesterday then refused to do it again? This guy!
I’m so grateful to have shared the last 14 birthdays with you. Love you more than cake and cookies and ice cream and doughnuts and bread and cheese and chocolate and bacon combined!
This Charlie Bastian, I think he just might be the Happiest Baby on the Block.