Carter, kindergarten, and the “g” word.
Dear Jack, And just like that, you are four-months old. You love baths and walks outside. You sleep eleven hours a night. You don’t skip a meal. And, when I work really, really hard, you chuckle the sweetest old-man, raspy chuckle. You are all chins and thighs and rolls, and I love it. You have…… Continue reading Mr. Jack.
Dear Carter Patrick, “I love you, Mawm,” you half-giggled when you sat on my knees tonight grabbing my face. “Triiick urr Treeeat.” On our drive home, an hour past your bedtime, you listed off the items you’d like to eat. “Chickin nuggits. Chickin nuggggits. Pea Nut But Ter. ‘Nems (M&Ms). Yullow ‘Nems.” Nevermind that you’d had…… Continue reading I’ll eat you up, I love you so.