(lint rolling, part of the morning ritual)
Cash these days
At 20 months old, Cash is embracing his bad-almost-two-year-old-self. Sometimes Matt and I look at each other in disbelief and chuckle at his irrationality. Because he can communicate with words, but the thoughts he’s communicating still don’t make sense.
He’s adorable, and a character, and we’re so thankful he’s ours to raise.