No eat...
Dear Nicky,
Today you barely ate a thing. But you did whine and fuss and cry a lot. I'm wiped out.
Love,
Dad
Today you barely ate a thing. But you did whine and fuss and cry a lot. I'm wiped out.
Love,
Dad
This is an ongoing journal for my baby son, born with special needs in March, 2005. I hope to post in secret to it every day until he is eighteen, and then give it to him in book form. In the meantime, everyone is invited to share my joy and pride with me.
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