Thankfully, I'm on the mend except for a lingering cough and a very
scratchy sultry sounding voice. Sigh.
Apart from the virus attack, our Christmas was fantastic, spent with both sides of the family. Lots of laughter, good food, traveling, and general good cheer, as it should be. Best of all, Phil was off for five days straight. I'm considering a petition for our country to give both parents paid leave at the same time when a child is born. So. much. easier. And Moo does love his daddy!
Speaking of Moo, he has some new tricks now that he's 6 weeks old and all:
- sucking his thumb
- making a motorboat sound (I'm pretty sure this is on accident, but it's still pretty cute)
See him all grown up in his Christmas outfit? This is his "Yes ma'am?" face. As in, I just called his name and he said, "Yes ma'am?" That's what I'd like to think, at least.
And my most recent favorite picture of him:
Don't you just love those dimples?
Since Daddy is on call, that little handsome and I will be ringing in the new year together--hopefully by sleeping peacefully through it. :) New Year's resolution(s) to come...