Today I felt, quite possibly, the worst I've ever felt as a mother. G and I had gone upstairs for something, and we were getting ready to go back downstairs. I walked down the first couple steps, called G, and held out my arms and motioned for him to come, which is how we always go downstairs. Instead of coming to me, he laughed and ran into the ( Read more... )

So in the unlikely event that someone stumbles across this page wanting to read my blog, I do actually keep one, at http://www.myspace.com/14350839 . And my page there is much cuter than this one.