As I mentioned in my more detailed blog post, I'm keeping time by the photos on my phone. I often lose track of days. I simply know when my pregnant mamas are due, when I'm on call, when Abby pooped last, and when her next nap should be. Somewhere in the recesses of my mind... Continue Reading →
Admission of guilt {And the “welcoming” of 8.5 month milestones}
For this season, I've become one of THOSE bloggers. Those bloggers that update their Facebook statuses without a thought to updating their journals. Those bloggers that fail to respond to comments on what little they do manage to write (I'm so sorry!). Those bloggers that I probably judged in seasons past. Alas, no more... I... Continue Reading →