Tribute to my little Baby Bub-Bub

This past year has had more tears, more laughter, more scares, more diapers and more no’s than I can remember in my lifetime.

That’s because a year ago last Thursday my baby boy PJ was born.

I remember walking around the town of Glasgow waiting for him to drop lower, only to find out that our baby boy had tied his knot into a true knot and was unable to drop. He was a very active fetus.

An Australian friend of mine used to always tell me, “Peezy, you’re like a fart in a bottle!”

Which I guess in layman’s terms means, I’m always in a hurry.

Looking at my precious baby boy, I know what that look...