The Journey to a Little One to Call Our Own

One gal's experiences dealing with IF, pregnancy, the birth of our first son, parenthood, and doing it all over again with our second son... here is our journey.

Sunday, January 22, 2012

I Can't Rock It Like I Used To

We were at Mr. D's company holiday party last night, and there were a LOT of tasty alcoholic beverages available. I chose Char.donnay, and after a few glasses, was feeling pretty good. Max was at home with his Grandmother for the evening.

This morning... wow. Worst. Headache. Ever. I can't go out and have cocktails the same way I used to. How did I used to do this in college, and wake up the next day and function? I am getting old.

Max's second tooth officially popped through, so we now have a 2-toothed, drooly little boy. Next weekend, Mr. D and I are going to send Max to his grandparents' house for a day so that we can concentrate on baby-proofing our house. He started scooting this week, so on top of rolling over all over the floor, he is now officially mobile. Holy crap!

Hope everyone is having a great weekend!

I am going to take some more Ad.vil now...

Here's a recent pic of our little man... the sweater he is wearing was hand-sewed by a family friend. It's a goofy sweater, which is why I love his expression. He's like, "Uh, Mom? Can you get me out of this itchy, weird sweater?"

1 comment:

  1. Haha,I can't drink at all anymore either!
    Wow, 2 teeth and mobile!
    What a cutie!