So, today, for the first time in fifteen months, Connor was sick.

He stayed in his crib until 10:00 sleeping, and when I finally went in to wake him up, he barely lifted his head, and his eyes looked so so so sad.

So I took his temperature, turns out he had a fever of 103.7.

The doctor didn't have any appointments available until four o'clock, so we snuggled on the couch, drinking juice until then.

Some how, my little sweet baby got strep throat.

TBC- said baby, has just awoken from his previously sound slumber.

Well. I'm officially the most terrible blogger on the face of the earth. It's been months since this blog has even crossed my mind. Which is odd since I somehow stay up to date on all of the various mommy blogs I've been reading for the past year and a half.

I'm a little ashamed of my blog.

Looking at it now, it just seems so subpar. It's disorganized and my writing is disjointed. I didn't like the way that it looked, so I would just bang out a post and publish it, without taking the time to proofread or really even care about what I was saying.

Not anymore.

I want to be proud of this little blog, to be able to look back on a post and remember exactly what I was feeling when I wrote it. I want somebody else to read it and think 'Wow, I feel that way too.'

Most of all, I just want a record of this time in my life. I'm starting a brand new chapter, and that in itself is worth documenting.

SO, welcome to my blog! I don't know what it'll turn out to be, or if it'll even be any good. But it will be me, a college student and single mom from New York with a fifteen month old son.

Because really, that's all I can be.