Thank goodness Dexter didn't get it. And thank goodness that I was still on maternity leave and that R could work from home in order to be available to help me out when things got crazy. Having two babies that desperately need you is a challenge. As much as I hate it when Theo is sick, I cherish my role as his mommy and soak in all of the cuddles and hugs he is willing to share. They're not easy to come by these days, after all.
In other sick news, it's sick that my itty bitty baby is almost 12 weeks old and is already rolling over, laughing, bearing weight on his legs, and is thoroughly enjoying sitting in the bumbo seat.
It's sick how cute Theo is, even when he's miserable.
It's sick how the kid I babysat when she was 7 just turned 15 because that makes me feel old. She just became a big sister, which is all kinds of awesome. We met Baby Beau Saturday and he is precious. Sick how much smaller he was than Dexter and there are only 6 weeks between them. Kids grow way too fast.
It's sick how much Theo looks like his dad.
It's sick that my maternity leave ends today and that Dexter will be going to the babysitter on a regular basis now. Makes me sick knowing I will never get to spend this much time with my boys again. Ever in life. I don't know if I'm cut out to be a stay-at-home mom, but I'd sure give it a whirl if I had the chance.
Sickeningly cute how hard Dexter is trying to suck his thumb lately.