Pretty winter skies.
I showed up at the hospital loaded with a notebook and my Bible all ready for some serious quiet time. The waiting room was just too loud with Good Morning America. Shucks.
About the time Nate was out of surgery I bumped into Nate's uncle in the hallway. Turns out his aunt was was having hernia surgery by the same doctor directly following Nate's surgery. Huh. I was fully expecting to see this aunt emerge from recovery about the time Nate had to take a walk in his hospital gown but it was not to be.
8 months. Just started crawling. Pulling himself up at the sofa and falling over. Brush burned his nose. Holds his own bottle. Content. He is really loving his pacifier again. It's kind of a pain and I wonder if I should take it from him.
Most days are calm although I've had a few where I find myself rushing around like a mad person trying to make it from one appointment to the next. This mornings drama included the smoke detectors going off for no apparent reason. This caused my heart to pound as I ran into each room of the entire house looking for a fire, while this was going on I called the electrician and told him that if the house ever starts on fire he can comfort himself by knowing that the first thing I will do is call him.
Have you seen Farmgirl flowers? Swooning over these bouquets. Looks to me like order from them and you can't go wrong. I don't want to hurt the average flower shops feelings, but.... these are way better!