My computer is still sucking it up, but I shall still try to update.
Atticus slept eight hours last night. Eight hours of blissful sleep. As much as I love newborns, I really hate that stage. I just don't function well. He turned seven weeks yesterday (that always sounds like I am talking about a puppy).
The weekend was okay. Adam had a three day weekend... I am glad to see him off to work this morning. We did manage to take both kids to the park. I wore my sling with Atticus. It was refreshing out.
Alas I must cut this short. I am now wearing spitup on my shoulder. Ahh, motherhood!