It's hard to believe that Angus is now 16 days old. It's hard to imagine life before Angus, a feeling I'm told is pretty normal. I mean that in all of the best ways, of course, though also in some of those "how did I not appreciate how wonderful it was to be able to walk up to 7/11 without major planning???" ways. An otherwise previously routine trip to Macy's and Best Buy yesterday turned into a major production, for example, with me spending most of the Best Buy time in the car, changing a massively poopy diaper or feeding his royal highness. Carrying a screaming baby out of the store does make you wish you'd been a bit more sympathetic to parents in the same position before you became a fellow sucker, but that's just the order of things, I suppose.
I do have to say, I've become quite adept at multi-tasking with one hand, though!
Anyway, the wee man is now about 8 pounds, so the pediatrician is quite happy with his progress. Which means that we are also very happy that he's a healthy little boy. Because, as illustrated by the pictures below, any annoyance/frustration/tear-your-hair-out moments are automatically forgotten the second he makes one of his faces. :)
The title of this post comes from Christopher leaving for Ft. Worth today for a work conference, leaving Angus and me alone. Abbey and Molly will be here during the days, but I may or may not make it out alive.
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| Ok, so he's not supposed to sleep on me, but he's so small and cute when he curls up on my chest, it's hard to resist letting him nap there. |
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| Hanging out in the big bed. Onesie courtesy of our Aunt Judy. |
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| There's a little bit of Zoolander in this picture. I'm not sure if I'm happy about that yet or not. |
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| Another drunk face. |
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| My absolute favorite picture of him so far. He's not really smiling at me, but this picture alone could make a shitty day seem much, much better. |
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| We did NOT style his hair for this. |
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