My little boy is 18 months old today. It's reminding me that time really does fly. In 6 months time, my little boy will be two. In eight, my baby will be 1. Where will I be? Possibly huge by Lucas' second birthday, and possibly in the hospital by Marcus' 1st. Which means I have no clue what I'm going to do.
Still, my little boy is 18 months, and I want to celebrate that fact. I don't know why, but I do. Both boys are getting needles on Monday, which should be...interesting. Lucas will go first. He's too smart to not go first.
Day 40, and counting.
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