He's One. Now What?
Halloween family photo- Dr. Evil, Mini Me, and a Fembot I now have a one year old. What does that mean? Well, for one thing, I have to start “Doing” holidays again. I haven't put up a Christmas tree in five or six years. Haven't carved a halloween pumpkin since elementary school. But I remember. I remember what it was to feel magic, real magic as a child. Santa. Trick-or-Treat candy. The Tooth fairy. Easter Bunny. I want all of that for my son, even though it has become just more stuff on the gotta-do-today-list for me. The most magical Christmas I can remember. My little sis and I woke up to this He was nine weeks old on his first Christmas so I didn't beat myself up too bad that I didn't find room in our 750 square foot condo to shoe-horn in a tree. Besides, family was in from out of town and Grandma McCallum made sure everyone had their own stocking. And for our first Christmas I had mastitis, a lactation complication that re