What?! Baby Bobby is 8 months old?! The little guy, I mean big guy is 19 pounds and wearing one year old clothes. (Look at his socks.)
Admittedly, I am tired and worn out. I just do not sleep enough. Some days are a blur and I fear that I may not be appreciating the time I have with my babies. They are only going to be small this one time and I have to remind myself to take each moment in.
Once things settle a bit more, I will share with you the drama of what being the executor of my father's estate has caused. The holidays are hard without my parents and more time needs to heal my wounds.
If only you could walk a mile in my shoes you would understand my silence. Don't worry my friends- I will get my spunk back... when I sleep more.