It might be darling to hear him say "goh, goh, goh" as he's looked for the golfcart every morning since we left Michigan.
I also might have to exchange all of Baby B's toys for sticks and rocks and mulch and carboard boxes since that's all he seems to want to play with these days. I might be super pumped that I exceeded our weekly grocery budget by only 57 cents tonight.
I might more super pumped that my sister found a certain famous soccer player jersey that might bear the name of my son across its shoulders.
And it might have been $1. AT A THRIFT STORE! Loves it.
I might think that you're smart enough to figure out with the "B" in Baby B stands for. If you didn't know already.
I might still be nursing Baby B twice a day. And it might be killing me that this part of babydom is coming to an end.
And that might have nothing to do with the fact that it's been the best diet that I've ever been on.
I might be out of things to say.
If you play, comment below and let us know so we can see what you might have done. I might try to hook up a MckLinky next week, but I might be too tired to fool with it right now...