I have a two year old son.
I can barely believe it. Yet its true...seven hours of labour, a double dose of "inducing", a tangled umbilical cord and a short cry later, came "Tre".
He's a smart boy, with the flair for drama and provocation. He makes me laugh and has made me cry in frustration too. In the picture above, he has awakened to happy birthday and willing cheeses for the camera.
It is also this child that makes me so insecure
