I didn't mean to go a month without blogging. But, it happened. Winter break was upon us at my last posting, and we left for a two week trip to Iowa, Chicago, and then back to Cincinnati to stay in a hotel for another six days until the lead abatement on our house was complete. Long, crappy story (the lead thing).
Then I had to go back to work, Weston got sick, the terrible twos set in FOR REAL, and he decided that he seriously wasn't sleeping in his crib anymore. He didn't sleep and neither did anyone else in this house. I got tired of breastfeeding about a week ago, so we're also weaning.
...And here we are over halfway through January...
For no good reason, I'm officially ending this blog as of tonight. There is still a very serious baby project going on, but he's now a "big boy" who will be two years old in three months. Huh? And on our date this afternoon, Nate and I kind of agreed that we're not quite ready to make it a babies project any time soon. Sorry, Grandmas.
Congratulations, you've reached the end. I'm not sure what my next writing endeavor will bring, but in the meantime, you can catch me on facebook.
"If you want a happy ending, that depends, of course, on where you stop your story."
-Orson Wells
