February 2012
12 posts
Thirty-one weeks today. We have no idea what we are gonna name the little thing. It’s a boy, but until it comes out, the thing kicking me remains a thing.
Rosemary was all about broccoli last night, amazingly. The girl has refused to eat vegetables (besides french fries, of course) for MONTHS. At first she also wouldn’t eat fruit, but for the last couple months it’s just most fruit. So last night was a Big Deal. Then she tried to ruin it by refusing to go to bed for an hour and a half past bedtime, for the 4th night in a row. How am I...
