Minding my Ps and Qs or adventures in parenting Quinn

My youngest son, Quinn, was born when I was 38.  My pregnancy was considered "premium" and I had obstetrician appointments so frequently towards the end of my 40 weeks, that I joked I was going to pitch a tent in the waiting room to eliminate the driving back and forth.  Maybe the humor I was … Continue reading Minding my Ps and Qs or adventures in parenting Quinn