The crib used to contain them, provide some sort of barrier between them and the ground. And then one day they get brave enough to climb over the “great wall,” open the door, and look at you in a whole new way.
Maybe, some men don’t really ever grow up. Maybe some men are living the adventure.
I remember my first son lighting up as a baby when he saw me, but nothing like this.
I am a mother of two boys. No girls yet, so maybe I’m a little partial. If I was ever brave enough or drunk enough to decide to have another child, and that child was a girl, I’d be over the moon.
He draws them constantly. To someone who doesn’t know him, they would just assume it’s squiggles on a piece of paper.
This is called mommy-ology
How do my kids see me? That’s hard to say.
It’s the little things.
My son was on the edge of his seat during each one of these scenes.
As your arrival into this world got closer, I began making my rounds. I got together with aunts, uncles, cousins, friends, and anyone else I could think of to reminisce about all the fun times.