Monday, April 18, 2011
Friday, Shepherd turned six months old. Today, BJ turns 32 years old. Here is a picture of BJ and Shep this morning on the couch celebrating there journey together into old age.
Since Shepherd can't count to six, he just tried to fit six fingers into his mouth.
After that, Shepherd contemplated the wisdom he has gained over these six months.
He felt enlightened and hopeful for the future.
But then he peed his pants.
Happy birthday, BJ! You are a blessing to both me and Shepherd. And happy half birthday, Shepherd. It's been an amazing six months.
Wednesday, April 13, 2011
Friday, April 08, 2011
I've always asked BJ a pretty standard wife question before we leave the house: "How do I look?" The other day, it struck me that I was asking BJ a very different question on our way out the door: "How much spit-up is on this shirt?" I'm not sure what is more shocking; that my pre-outing question has changed or that the new question in and of itself implies that there is a certain amount of spit-up that is entirely appropriate on one's shirt in public.
It is hard to put into words just how much Shepherd has changed our lives, but I think this comes pretty close.