Turns out that writing a hysterically funny and simultaneously touching blog about a formerly premature baby requires sleep.
On a positive note, the routine slogs on, and I guess things are going pretty well. Of course, it’s hard to tell, we have very little to compare raising Jack too. I had fish as a kid, but somehow this seems different. Maybe ’cause we don’t keep Jack in a tank? I’m not sure.
Anyhow, I know that you’ve come to expect a daily dose of hilarity as Sarah, Archie wend their way down that crazy road called parenthood, so I’m going to try to do better about keeping you up to date. Here’s an example of what you can look forward to:
About 45 minutes ago, Jack puked all over me. It was not awesome at all. In fact, it was the exact opposite of awesome. Parenthood rulez.
I LOVE the bottom picture. Like father like son. I’ve always been envious of Arch’s ability to sleep anywhere through anything.
Glad it’s all routine. The puking I got tired of, but I tried to make sure that I was in t-shirts most of the time. ‘Course SLT still managed to puke on me.
Hope Santa can get in through the balcony okay. I suspect Jack is going to clean up.
Love,
CRT
He sure is cute!
The offer to babysit is still open.