So at this point, he’s four and a half and I’m thirty and life is nothing like I expected and pretty much everything I didn’t know I wanted.
Co-parenting is working very well for A’s dad and I as it always has. I worry about the changes that will come from one/both of us remarrying someday but no matter what happens, our kid will always be one of the most loved humans on the planet and there’s not much more you can ask for, I think.
I’m not sure what this space will be but I know the archives are precious to me. Kid’s not getting a baby book so the least I can do is jot down memories here and there with a minimal amount of cursing, right?
There's a Child Out Here, People. That's the Reality. 