I'm angry, sad, scared, overwhelmed, worried, frustrated, powerless and other emotions I can't name. The lack of control over the safety of my family is terrifying. How do we make sense of these awful tragedies? How do we move on?
Parenting is like Groundhog Day. Even with two parents at home on the weekends, the to do list and activities are relentless. Can anyone else relate?
Sitting, crawling, and talking are OK. But there are some milestones I get really jazzed about, but you won't find them in the baby books. These are the milestones REAL parents should be looking forward too, and usually don't know how great they are until they happen.