Kevin and I went to visit baby Quinn in the hospital this weekend. I had forgotten how tiny they start out. After hanging around with that chunker Daniel for the last year, I was slightly startled to hold a mere 8 lbs of baby in my arms. He was all soft and smelled like baby. Yum.

Carla sent me this picture so you can see for yourself how cute he is.

I’ve finally begun to feel better (or at least normal) and I hardly know what to do with myself. The last few weeks have consisted of lying comatosed on the sofa holding my stomach. Now, suddenly, I’m able to walk around and be a functional human being again. I think this is some ploy by the McNugget. I bet you it’s just winding up for the next big punch.

The depressing part is that there is so much stuff to do! Since I haven’t been on my feet it seems like everything has gone to pot on me. Every room is in a mild state of disaster; ever project half finished and strewn about the house. I’m still looking for some motivation to get my butt in gear but I was just starting to enjoy to life as a couch potato. Sigh, ain’t life tough?