This is a question I get asked wherever I go around strangers. My 2 year old, Jackson, has been calling me Bobby since he could talk. It’s not like he can’t say Mommy – he has just named me “Bobby.” It like a little pet name he has for me and I adore it! So, I’ll answer that question for you.
Bobby lives in a small town in Indiana with her 2 children concieved naturally (miraculously) after 3 years of fertility treatments and medications. Jackson is a precosious 2 year old boy who knew his letters and numbers by sight, colors and shapes by the time he was 17 months old. Alexandra (Alex) is a stubborned determined, cheerful 1 year old girl who always has a bow in her hair and a smile on her face. She has a wonderful husband of almost 6 years who she met online through random chance and devine providence. Two golden retrievers that she loves but whom she complains about a lot because they shed so bad. She loves Lay’s Pickle Chips and is saddened that they stopped making them. She listens to at least one podcast a day usually during the kids’ naps while cleaning house. She hates mornings, being puked on, and power outages.
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