There I was, standing in front of the mirror, getting ready for the day. Suddenly, the door flew open, nearly decapitating my big toe and narrowly missing the rest of my body. I was expecting to see Q, with a balloon in his hand and a smile on his face, ready to play before work and school. What I saw was pregnant woman with a look on her face that was a combination of “there’s hair in my mouth” and “someone just stole my burrito.”
“Are you ok?” I asked. Continue reading
This past weekend marked a large milestone in the life of little Q…or maybe we should refer to him as Big Boy Q from here on out since he’s officially made the escape from the crib into his big bed. Yes, our baby is a baby no more.
Q spent his last night in his crib on Friday, with no idea that he was going to get a taste of freedom the following evening. I would say that he slept like a baby, but he was the baby who refused to sleep for 18 months, so that’s not quite fitting. He slept like a “normal.”
When you have an extended weekend, you get back to your roots – homemade movies. Sure, there are plot holes, and sometimes the actors are difficult, but its always worth it in the end.
Truth be told, there are many more things I’ve learned from the statement above but I don’t count much past seven these days…because I have an almost-2-year-old. Continue reading