Hey, you ever move into the house you just bought and then after you and your wife finish your take-out picnic dinner on the floor of the as-yet-unfurnished living room your wife tells you she thinks she's going into labor six weeks early, and you have to try to remember both what's supposed to go in a hospital bag and which boxes and suitcases those things are in, and the following afternoon you have a son?
Well I have!
Hence the lack of blogging. I should be back on the wagon soon.
I declare him to be the cutest tiniest H______.
We don't use real names here. Not even baby ones.
I knew my idea for giant glasses would be a hit!!!
Congratulations, by the way!
What a sweet little surprise!
OMFG!!!!!!!!!!!! SO CUTE!!!!!!!!
(In this case the F stands for the more age-appropriate Friggin. Or maybe Fudgin'?)