Excuse me.
I've been having a lot of mornings like this.
Because of this!
Henry was five weeks old yesterday. Each day this week,* I've thought how nice it would be to take him to the doctor for another weight check. And then reality smacks me over the head, and I fall asleep in the recliner to the sound of another recorded PBS Kids show. I can tell by the way he's pudging out of his skin that he is growing. His neck is slowly disappearing into a double chin, and his legs are transforming from spindly to creas-ed chubbiness. I poured him into his "Little Brother" onesie yesterday, determined to get one more wear out of it. He fussed at my tugs to snap it closed.
On Monday, Henry was irritable. He's usually peaceful and easy to soothe. I chalked it up to Monday-Monday, but when his fussing refused to level off in the evening, I took a good look at every inch of his little body and found a--gulp--hair in his eye. It had fallen out of his head and gotten stuck. How irritating for him!
And with Valentine's Day coming up, my house needed a little decorating cheer. I've had this heart garland bookmarked for a long time. I made it last night while Jason was watching some horrible, nightmare-inducing show about noodling.
Helen said that Valentines are always red. If that's the worst critique it gets, I can handle it!
*Except for Tuesday, when I broke out of the house to see my friends at MOPS!
