In a lot of ways, it feels like I’m a first-timer: It’s been twelve heckin’ years since I was pregnant last.
Little victories are heinously underrated if you ask me. Little victories are anything from flossing your teeth before bed to making all the phone calls you need to make on a Monday morning.
We’re going to keep posting about the things we want to post about, Sally. Deal with it.
It’s the final year of decade of parenthood, and I can’t believe we’re there now.
As I officially embrace being a “thirty-something”, my (not so)little boy will have his final single-digit birthday in just a few weeks.