If you’re reading this, you’re most likely a friend/family member of mine and I shouldn’t have to explain myself. But allow me to do so anyway…
I am a crazy person. Seriously. I think it’s been genetically handed down to me from my parents and I’m fully secure in knowing that this will be a condition I’ll be suffering from for years to come. I just hope Bennett knew what he was getting himself into when he married me. :)
I. CRY. ALL. OF. THE. TIME.
It doesn’t even need to be something that would normally evoke emotion. I just cry. My eyes well up and I can’t control it. (See? Crazy!)
As we were heading to bed the night before Louis’ birthday, I held him and started to tear up. Not because I was sad. Not because I was happy. Just because I was holding him, he was my child and he was turning another year older. Parenting has really turned me into this weird sappy version of my former self.
And then the other day, I started to get sad that we would be potty training Louis soon. It wasn’t even about him “growing up”…it was that we were going to have to say goodbye to our gDiapers. Really Katy? Really? You’re sad that you’re going to stop using diapers?
We’ve just fallen in love with the company and community surrounding our green choice in covering our baby’s bum and I hate to part from that. *sigh.