About 30 minutes before I sat down to write this I was holding my newborn son. He’s currently going through some tough times with his digestion and the only thing that seems to make him quiet and content is being held and walking around while he works it out. Overhead, a storm is raging that keeps knocking out my power. The sky is so dark that it looks like nighttime, but luckily the thunder is a ways off and comes in as a soft rumble over the sound of already loud rain. My wife and I are tired, and she’s currently taking a break in our bedroom after two straight hours of trying and failing to comfort the boy.Read More
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