I don’t know where the last month of my life went.
Seriously, I feel like I have so much going on but I can’t really figure out what it is.
Losing weight, Stella & Dot, chasing you, MOPS….
I know a big portion of our time has gone to Daddy’s Sunday baseball games. This is your 3rd season going to Daddy’s games and this is the first year you are pissed that you can’t go out on the field or that daddy can’t come out to pay with you.
Each game gets a little easier though and by the end of the summer you will get it and will have learned how to climb those damn metal bleachers.
BRrrrrr….it was cold. You had a “coffee” (steamed milk) and mommy ran 2 out of 3 miles…Damn near died…
when it was over you acted like YOU had ran the damn thing…throwing tantrums and fits in the middle of the street.
A trip to Kansas we took the week before your birthday…that means I’m 6 weeks behind.