Hank was turning 2 weeks old. Now he's all one.
then henry got undressed and i loofah'd the carrots. and cake. off of him.
and finally he spent the remainder of his night carrying his bottle around in his mouth like a dog (too much time with louie, i told you) and playing with the paper from his presents which is so cliche, henry.
i'm not sure if it's sam's first communion (and related party coming and going) or henry turning one, or a combination of them both, or fear of the PhD approaching or WHAT but i have been in a funk for nearly a month now. by funk i mean, not enjoying most things anymore. eli insists that i'm pregnant (KILL ME) but i don't imagine that's possible. either way, i hate feeling this way. too many big milestones over? that's likely it, eh?