As of this writing, Mother’s Day is a few weeks away. I like to think I’ve always shown the proper level of gratitude to my mom, though I’m sure she can recall some occasions when she felt that she was something less than fully appreciated.
Nobody Told Me This Stuff
Long about early January, if all goes according to schedule, a new little Bell will claw his or her way out into the world, squinting and screaming and covered in clear goo, wondering what in the heck just happened.
So we’ve reached the point where my son is fully, 100-percent getting all up into everything, onto everything, under everything, on top of everything, between everything and so forth.
My wife and I were talking the other day in the living room and we made the critical error of not looking at him for about 0.1 millisecond.