Sigh. I want to say I spend all this time off from blogging by helping you grow into a stable young lady, Baby Rangirl. But alas, you’re just growing up with or without me. As tiny as you are at 1.5 years old, you are as dense as ever and I have no idea how to ensure that density doesn’t turn into a porker-of-a-kid.


There you go…growing out your last bottle this weekend.

Which allows me to use your baby bottle cooler for my beers.



Yet, there you go falling down like you’re the drunk while forgetting simple tasks like…I dunno….walking?


Yet, you’re still my hero.


Wearing your heart…and bones….on your sleeves.