Chris left the hospital for a few hours tonight. He needed to go home and shower, change clothes, feed the dogs, all that good stuff. While he was gone, I had big plans. I was going to get up and shower. I was going to read my baby book. I was going to email pictures out to family.
Sadly, none of that was done. 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. I really did. I tried to focus. I tried to accomplish something. But then I found these tiny fingers and all hope was lost.
And you know what they say about tiny fingers… 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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