Bronson is 4 and a half years old today.
It's stupid to say, "I remember when he was just 4 and a half HOURS old!!" because obviously I do. And 4 and a half days, weeks, and months. Because that's what moms do. We remember. And we forget. It's all very confusing.
Bronson and I haven't been getting along the greatest lately. He's feisty, opinionated and irrational. Cue me being very similar and things get tricky.
Bronson, if you're reading this (I hope you take a look someday), kindly remember how often I switched the arms on your "mini figs" for you, and how I read you every Lion King book you could find.
I love you, you're a good self. :)