We celebrated August's second birthday last week.
I bought him a small baby doll and a disappearing bottle. Actually, I bought it for Manny (who has a birthday very soon, too) but Augie found it and would not let go. That's sort of his deal-- once he gets a hold on you, he will not let go.
We have all been taken down with various degrees of sick, with little mr. getting the worst of it. I'm not exactly sure if it was the flu, but whatever it was, it was terrible. He spent a lot of time on my lap and I thought of tiny August from two years ago. He had thrush and the ladies at the motel told us to swab his mouth out with a little bit of his urine to take care of it (we didn't). I could not wait to get him here... home. It was cold and dark the day we got back. It was a world away from the Miami light and heat. I was hoping with every part of myself that we were doing the right thing for this teeny tiny baby.
So far, so good. You are loved by many, baby boy.
