Triangles by Ju
I can feel the Double Double slowly piecing itself back together and planning a 12-hour hike through my esophagus.
This happens. Without fail. Every time we go out and someone asks the whereabouts of the kid.
Adding doodle fillers, just to keep this place dusted off.
So, my 53 Pencil is en route. I’m excited. My poor neglected iPad should be, too.
Terrible twos actually started at 18 months.
In our house, we just say happy second year or feliz cumpleaños because someone has a “birthday” complex and gets irrationally upset upon hearing the word.
Mo’ birthdays, mo’ problems.
Not only did he face plant into a window sill and drop a framed photo on his forehead, he slammed his forehead right into my tooth, in the same spot where his pre-existing forehead bruise was. So now it is even more lumpy than before..
I have a bubble on backorder.
Notoriously terrible as they may be, we are excited to have a two year old in the house soon. His language has been developing quite quickly in the past couple of weeks, parroting all the good words (thankfully not the bad ones, oops) and minimizing the amount of frustration that comes along with the inability to relay your needs.
As a result of lessons learned from last year, we will be celebrating with a very small party of close friends and family.
Two more weeks and we will be into our third year of great co-parenting adventures.
Most traumatic event of his short little life.