Salty Thoughts
A Blog by Bacon
At the end of September, my baby brother Ben finally turned 1 year old. Amen.
Or as I previously bemoaned, all the baby enthusiasts insist we must refer to as 12 months. Anyway this was a huge accomplishment for everyone involved, but particularly for me since there were many times over the past year when I feared we would not survive this golden Age of Infancy in one piece. And by “we”, I mostly mean me…
It’s been a loooong six months since my last blog post, when I told you all how I was anxiously preparing for my baby brother’s arrival. (And by preparing, I meant dreading but let’s not get caught up in the details.) So if you’re counting, that means my brother is officially 6 months old!
So in honor of my brother’s half birthday (or should I say, 3.5 years in dog years), I’d like to share a few things I've learned about babies over the past 6 months that really drive me insane, errr I mean, surprise me…
Mom swears it’s only been nine months, but honestly I feel like five years have passed since I found out I was getting a baby brother. And guess what? He’s supposed to show up sometime this week! Friday to be exact, but I hear babies can be pretty unreliable, so I’ll believe it when I see him. (Besides, I put a lot of money on September 27th, so keep your paws crossed for me.)
