My little pandemic baby in her cowboys boots. She is almost 11 months old and is not so little anymore. She was born on April 6th in the height of the first lockdown. She knows most of family members from FaceTime calls. I think at this point she thinks people live inside the iPad screen. Every time after a call she tries to flip the iPad and see where is that person hiding. Makes me sad.
March 3, 2021
I can't seem to wrap my head around making plans for the long term. I can have hopes for things that I've planted in my yard, or colors I want to paint my house's interior, but I can't seem to fixate on my own future. It's sort of a vague "do what I have to to stay alive and keep my house" life goal.
September 15, 2021