She's officially three now. All day, she's just been randomly saying "birthday". She insisted on pizza for dinner, and being that it's what she wanted and the clean up is rather quick and painless, I obliged.
Just wanted to touch base. The new medication and the cold turkey weaning of Landry has me in a bit of a zombie-like state which is causing all kinds of havoc with my creative process. Neither he nor I are sleeping well, that's for sure!
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