I’m 31 years old now, my son has more toys than he knows what to do with, and I’m not sure I’ve fully recovered from staying in close quarters with 9+ other people. With spotty cell service, might I add.
We have lots to discuss, friends. Lots to discuss.
Just give me a day to regroup, and I’ll get to it. Chasing after this little boy for 48 hours took its toll. Probably because I’m expecting another little one. But that’s a whole other story.
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In constant motion. |