children, furry and human.
Monday, August 11, 2014
i snuck in the bedroom the other day and took some photos of this guy snoozing away, the late afternoon light hitting his face just so. ed and i will celebrate six years of marriage this coming october, and the inevitable question (you know the one) has been creeping in for the past couple of years. i remember this mom i met a few years back who assured me that the second i hit thirty my uterus would start speaking to me. as if thirty was a magic number to wake up and say-- babies, babies, babies! she was partially right, and i did turn thirty this year, but my mind set still isn't necessarily baby-centric.
that's normal, right? rather, who's to define normal? either way, when asked when we plan to have children my response is always the same-- oh, we have a furry child at home. he's pretty cool.
potty trained too.