Oh, man. I have a 5-year-old. I don't quite know how this happened.
Things I do know: Harry is sweet, funny, and smart; he rides his bike too fast; he loves video games, chicken nuggets, and his baby sister; and he is growing up too fast.
I'm a mom. I work 3rd shift. I knit. Are you bored yet?
|She always looks this happy after spitting up. I guess it's therapeutic.|
|Looking pensive. Before the mood-improving pretzel, obviously.|