I think about posting every day. I come up with posts in my head. I ‘write’ them, re-write them and edit them all while half asleep dreaming in my bed. I think about how I will organize my day to fit a quick little posting in. It doesn’t happen.
My little man likes to be held and I’m not going to complain. I love baby snuggles and even though it means I get even less done than the nothingness that I feel I get done now, I know it won’t last forever.
Look at this face? I know I’m biased. In all honesty if you were given the choice between running miles in the freezing cold or snuggling this little guy – which would you pick?