Our newest Pumpkin was born on Monday morning last week. The weekend just before that, life went on as though nothing particularly special was about to happen. We visited my in-laws so that Doc could
ride around on a four wheeler with big guns go hunting (I even sat in the tree stand with him!) and we could celebrate a Thanksgiving dinner with his mom’s side of the family.
Except I feel that blogging is almost as frivolous as photographing oneself in the bathroom mirror of your husbands 92 year old great grandma.
Sleep deprived, friends, not thinking particularly deep thoughts this evening….
I think I’ll go to bed now….