Weekling

Henry is now one week old.  I came home from the hospital on Friday and the very next day my parents packed Maggie, Cash and Oscar into the car and drove down to the Keys for a few days.  While they are exploring island life, I have been perfectly content to be lazy and sit around on my bed all day long holding and nursing and loving on my newborn baby.  His smell is addicting.  I haven't cooked once for Ben (the poor man) and I really haven't done much cleaning either.  (Since today is Ben's birthday, I'll probably need to amend that).  I've missed the 'big' kids, but I've cherished time alone with this fourth child that has made his entrance into our family (in a somewhat dramatic way, I might add- I'll have to write his birth story later). 

So thank you, mom and dad, for playing with my kidlets for these past few days.  It's been heavenly.
I'll see you tomorrow.

(And when you leave on Friday, I'm sure I'll be experiencing a HUGE reality check...)