This is only a quick blog to let you know I'm still here.
I have an amazing headache and I'm waiting for Dave to come home from his spring health HR class. (Love the class, miss him at night)
Conor is doing a great job getting himself dressed in the morning. That's the good news. The bad news is that it takes a boatload of cajoling and threatening and general wringing of the hands to get him to do it. Tonight he booted me out of this room so "I can do this myself and no one can bother me!!"
I pointed out that we would LOVE for him to do this in the morning without the currently required audience to cheer every leg-in-pants or correctly buttoned hole.
Unfortunately, patience is not my strong suit and I have to sit on my hands and purse my lips to keep myself from bowling him over to do it myself. Dave, at this point, is not much better.
This does NOT have to do with my headache, but you would think so, eh?
Have I mentioned Baby No? I'll have to talk about that in the future.