Bean,  Marriage Confessions

Oops.

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.

Time-stealing Beaner
Time-stealing Beaner

I mean, how can a person be expected to do anything with these cheeks just laying around?

Chunk-a-licious Cheeks
Chunk-a-licious Cheeks

And who can even think about sending emails when there is all this hair to ruffle?

Shake your tail feathers, Bean
Shake your tail feathers, Bean

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.

Beaner Fingers
Beaner Fingers

And you know what they say about tiny fingers…  Where there are tiny fingers there are tiny toes…

Tiny toes
Tiny toes

By the time Chris got back to the hospital, I was babbling about swaddling methods to the Bean and his Bear.

Bean and his Bear - Professional Swaddlers
Bean and his Bear - Professional Swaddlers

Fortunately for me, Chris is helpless under the super natural powers of the Bean, too.

Helpless Dad
Helpless Dad

I think we’re in trouble…

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