He wants your love, love, love.
So… Baby J and I were waiting in the check-out line at the grocery (OK, for reals, we were peeking at a gossip site.) ( Ok, mostly it was me checking a bookmarked gossip site I skulk around at and J shaking his head kinda sadly at me.) But then
So, I unwrapped Baby J this morning. I thought he’d be glad to see me, but he was out the door in three seconds, yelling something about ‘going to a support group’ over his shoulder. He called me on his cell a couple hours later. When I picked him up
I got an x-ray with the dentist’s. No infection! Because infection looks black on an x-ray, and see! No black. The screw-shaped bump in my mouth is probably scar tissue, but the good doc says we will x-ray it many times in the coming months. Until we are satisfied it
The holidays must be getting to him. He was fine one minute, and the next? Scorched earth nuclear event – kicking his feet, pounding his fists on the floor, and screaming at the top of his lungs. I put his tiny wooden butt in time-out and told him he could