Please pray for me and Ewan. Keep us in your best thoughts, your most tender wishes, and send vibes of support.
It’s time to wean. The time is right.
That’s all I have to say about it, since it’s emotional and a private decision as to when it happens. But I just need all of those things, please.
I hate writing bios. I just want to quickly say, “Enough about me, already! What about you?” Oh alas and alright already. Here’s the deal: I dance. A lot. But only in my kitchen and usually with my kids. And boy oh boy, do I get funky with it. I love cookies. Wait, no. I love cookie dough. I think I sing better than my husband or oldest son think I do. Laughing is my favorite. When I see joy, I know I’ve already to gone to Heaven and my heart seriously leaps into my throat. I don’t cry at really sad movies, but my throat hurts for a week after because I’ve held it all in. But a sunset will make me cry in a split second. I seriously hate being tickled for fear of peeing my pants. I’m stronger than I think I am, and three more things? I always wanted to a hip-hop dancer, a blues singer, and a photographer. One out of three ain’t bad, my friends. Seriously living the dream, here.

