And baby "sleeps" in the barn with friends.
My oldest boy turned eight on the same day his brother lost his first tooth.
A day of milestones...
The mother of said boys was supposed to be in three places at once. All between 1130 and noon this is what I should have been doing.
1) handing out birthday treats at school
2) attending a Thanksgiving play
3) attending baby's speech therapy
Needless to say, I ended up in breaking all speeding records, frazzled and in tears. And my sweet middle child said matter of factly from the back seat, "too bad, you couldn't see my play."
KC still doesn't talk. And to say I'm worried about it is putting it lightly. I try to work with him and repeat things until I can feel my eyes bulge.
I'm off to do more stuff in the kitchen. I've got the UN coming for dinner.