Henry watched the girls for me yesterday while I was at a wedding.
Of course he did an awesome job. Did well with Phoebe's diapers (though he told me it took him a bit to put it back on that first time, but he got the hang of it!)
It was so nice knowing he was with the girls while I was at the wedding. It allowed me to relax and have fun and not worry. :o)
I didn't get home until 10 p.m.!!!
Not a single drop of alcohol passed my lips. Not even an option when I'm driving. My body can't tolerate the stuff. I don't like the taste or smell of it anyway, so it's not like I was missing out on anything. They had plenty of water and pop at the reception for me to drink, so I was good.
I have to admit that I'm in love. His name is Evan. He's about 8 weeks old and I got to hold him lots and lots last night so that his mom (one of the nurses I work with) could go out and dance with her daughter. She kept offering to take Evan back, but I kept saying no. (if he was fussy I would have given him up IMMEDIATELY) He just snuggled with me. Didn't even mind the VERY LOUD music.
I don't want children of my own. Everyone knows that. But oh boy, if I could get one as cute as that little bugger........ (mom is white and dad is obviously black so Evan has the most gorgeous skin in the whole world) Oh well. Wait until the kid is 2 and is whiny, I'll be changing my tune. :o)
The dogs are barking. That must mean it's time to get off the computer.
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