Oxygen Bryant
Oxygen Bryant. That's what you call Optimus Prime. This is a very belated post and I always intended to post sooner and more consistently, but so much gets in the way, we are both so tired, and time just flies. You are now 3, turning 4 next month. It's been a long, hard journey since my last post. You have eczema, which you're starting to grow out of now. But when it was bad, it was a very difficult time for everyone. You scratched a lot, to the point of making yourself bleed. Especially at night where you developed this routine of waking up 2-3 times a night just to scratch. It was usually me who stayed up to rub your back to put you back to sleep so you wouldn't scratch. But I can't stay awake all night, and sometimes we wake up with your blood all over the sheets. Because of this, and a lot of other things, there have been a lot of fights between your mother and I. Marriage is tough, I never knew it would be this hard. But then again, no one tells you these thin...