12 Months of Chalkboards

Oh my gosh, I may or may not have cried a little.

His old man hair-do at one month, and those skinny little legs!

And did he do nothing but eat from four to six months? Look at that chub! How many belly rolls is that, Five Month Meatball? I lose count every time. Oh my gosh.

And by 10 months, he was a little boy. Look at that face.

Gush.

Sometimes I catch myself thinking it’s time for another baby. ‘Cause I wanted a baby, and this one is already a toddler. Not fair.

And then, inevitably, I immediately have a flashback of crouching next to the bed, or kneeling in the shower at the hospital, and wanting to die, and I think, “Ya … maybe not just yet.”