Since T’s birthday a week ago he will not let me put him down. At. All. It’s sort of hard o put away groceries or get dressed with him in my arms, but really it’s ok because there is nothing as great as holding this cute baby in my arms and as I type this he has his little cheek against mine. Heaven (Not as heavenly today was cleaning up after Huck who threw up huge pieces of bark all over our bed and Charlie who took off his very dirty diaper in his crib during what was supposed to b naptime and tried to decorate with it. So gross.)