Chris left the hospital for a few hours tonight. Â He needed to go home and shower, change clothes, feed the dogs, all that good stuff. Â While he was gone, I had big plans. Â I was going to get up and shower. Â I was going to read my baby book. Â I was going to email pictures out to family.
Sadly, none of that was done. Â And I blame the Beaner.
I mean, how can a person be expected to do anything with these cheeks just laying around?
And who can even think about sending emails when there is all this hair to ruffle?
I tried. Â I really did. Â I tried to focus. Â I tried to accomplish something. Â But then I found these tiny fingers and all hope was lost.
And you know what they say about tiny fingers… Â Where there are tiny fingers there are tiny toes…
By the time Chris got back to the hospital, I was babbling about swaddling methods to the Bean and his Bear.
Fortunately for me, Chris is helpless under the super natural powers of the Bean, too.
I think we’re in trouble…
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