When I started writing more publicly late last year, I could not have foreseen just how often I would write about obsessive-compulsive disorder. But at some point in my slight breakdown after Rowan’s premature birth I completely ran out of fucks to give.
So with that in mind, I finally wrote something for The Mighty.
And speaking of mighty, Mr. Rowan small and mighty worries me when he starts doing new things then quickly stops. He’s done that with waving, blowing kisses, giving hugs, and various other things. Right now his party trick is peek-a-boo.
BUT he took his first real steps today! 16 months actual, 14 months adjusted. I’m not sure he could be more proud of himself if he tried. He definitely couldn’t be more adorable.
Here’s a picture of Lorelei, who is mastering her own gross motor skill. I’m so proud.