23 Mar too big too soon
Our baby’s indecipherable babble and clumsy, tentative movement has been replaced by kid-like behavior: playing chase, high-fives and helping himself to a yogurt stick, just ’cause sister does it.
He’s 17 months.
I realized he’s lived in the desert longer than he lived in the shadow of mountains, and that makes me a little sad, but also excited, because to him….and to Bronwynn….we are home. And home is a place where you eat frozen yogurt in March, because it’s 85 degrees outside and it tastes good.