Catch your breath

It’s 2 a.m. and the walls of my house are practically reverberating from my daughter’s shrieks. Isabelle is my 9.5 month old. How naive of me to think that I was almost out of the “baby stage”. Teething is the worst. Top that off with some sort of cold/virus and my poor Isabelle just can’tContinue reading “Catch your breath”