i may never master the art of raising brennan.
but i have learned that sometimes he just has to be locked out.
until i can stand at that windowed back door and laugh at whatever he is doing out there.
b/c until i can laugh at his ranting naughtiness,
i just feel like yelling,
and yelling is not pretty.
but laughing is.
and much better for the soul.
laughing is the only way i get through my days.
baby gyms are never really for the baby after the first.
just for the rest of them.
man, they love baby chase.