“Tyson, will you double check our bag for the baby sunscreen?” I call through the house, trying to hastily pack up some treats into a cooler. Shiloh’s in her little rocker at the moment, swinging away without a care in the world as she plays with an assortment of colorful toys in front of her. Well, playing might not be the right word; Shi’s still working on her hand eye coordination so she’s basically just having a giggle fest as she aims to grab her toys and misses completely. Despite having just passed the two month mark, she’s always laughing and smiling. She can even hold her head up now, which is kind of advanced from what I’ve read online.
Yes, I am still that mother. The one who does all of her research on the internet before frantically calling her baby’s doctor to see if
