I know. Sounds harsh, right? It’s not meant to be!
He’s almost four months old. He’s still alive. I’m doing something right!
I cannot say that I have finished a lot of my undertakings over the past couple of decades. I think that may be part of why I’m so freaking afraid of this baby. He’s never hurt anyone, never said a bad word, never done anything but be the cutest ball of sunshine he can be. Yet, I still get the feeling every now and then that I am going to be able to hand him back over to his mom. I’m just baby sitting.
I know that. Duh! But it’s still not completely a reality yet. After three, almost four, months – how can that be???
****Note*** posting today just to get out in the blogosphere!