It's been a rough week emotionally and physically. From a shared stomach flu to the dentist, to others being ill -- all while working and trying to wade through the speech delay intervention absurdity (we have an assessment to look forward to at some point) -- this week ain't no party, it ain't no disco, it ain't no foolin' around.
I'm in bed right now under the cherry duvet at 9pm hoping to read a few pages of a book I haven't touched in weeks. In short, its not you, it's me. We are experiencing mommy meltdown, please stand by.
Rub this tummy for luck (try it -- it works, really!) and I'll be back in a flash with new videos and wonderment.
Patting this tum tum brings great fortune!
PS Can you believe he's 25th percentile for weight? He looks like the baby that ate Weehawken.
