On July 4, these tiny feet joined my family. Instead of two, we’re now three. Our little love means some exhausting (and sometimes frustrating) nights, a schedule that totally revolves around the tiniest human in the house, a lot more loads of laundry and often eating in shifts or with one hand.
Also, I was puked on twice today. Twice. And I laughed. Then took a shower.
(It took us more than one full day to decide on Thomas’ name. Naming another human is REALLY hard.)