Before we walk out the door I say, “Hold hands!” and Britain reaches up to find my hand.  His little fingers grasp onto my index finger and away we go.  It’s the small things like this that I want to soak up and remember.  I’m in no rush for him to grow up.

I picked Britain up early from his play group on Monday because his eye was really red and goopy.  Pink eye??  That’s what we thought, but after a trip to the doctors it turned out he just has a cold and his snot came out of his tear duct.  Kids are so gross! This is […]