It’s that time of the year when I have no idea what day it is until the 28th pops up and then I’m oriented again because that’s the day Oldest Junior Hall was born!
I have just about the worst memory in my family; I relied on Mister Man to be the Keeper of Memories from earliest days. But I suppose there is something about a new life coming into the world that imprints on one’s memory because that day, I remember.
Unfortunately, I didn’t always remember to make plans for that child’s birthday, coming as it did on the heels of the holiday chaos. And there was the timing, too, which was problematic…
Well, you can read all about Joey’s birthday and timing and how 2018 will be my guilt-free year of writing. It’s all over at the Muffin in The “Perfect Timing” Trap. (Where thank goodness, I remembered I had a post to write today!)
Cathy–Well, I’ve already been to The Muffin, and enjoyed your post. I LOVE the photo of you and your newborn son. Those glasses look huge–and I only say that because I had glasses (in those days) that took up my whole face. (My kids laugh their butts off now at pics of me in those glasses or that frizzy perm or in gaucho pants… and all I can say is, “That was the style then.”)
What a head of hair on your doll boy!
On my way to the Muffin!