I’m keeping this one short because I am exhausted to tears. The long weekend hath done me in.
Upon review of my previous posts I came to realize that the baby hasn’t gotten much play. This may simply be because he doesn’t spend any of his days trying to find ways to tick mommy off for entertainment. I do sometimes sit back and imagine the horror, I mean joy, that will ensue when he also learns that he can actually move, but for now he’s my stationary baby boy, who just knows he loves his mama.
We went to my grandmother’s 90th birthday party yesterday, and a lot of extended family that haven’t seen Dominic in a while got to have their baby fix. The consensus is that he is my little twin. I do see a lot of myself in him, and I often see my dad. Either, way he’s my sweetheart. Who couldn’t love that face!
