I am in love with my little gorgeous man (Li to the B). Though I loved him to bits upon his newborn arrival, he was kinda a funny looking babe--a hunched over little old man meets forest creature. Today when we played outside I was wowed with his soft brown curls, his long baby lashes, those huge dark eyes (and of course his chilling disposition never hurt). Sweet lover boy.
Worst Part of the Day-
At 3am (12 hours after my GI bout began many states away) Liam woke up with a strange sounding cry. I picked him up and felt (once again--how many "bugs" can a little guy get in a year?) a burning hot body. Immediately he started heaving and puked on a combo of my shoulder and my ponytail. I stayed up with him for about an hour cuddling and trying to get him to swig the beloved Motrin. (Maybe my GI issue wasn't due to the wedding's open bar...point to ponder...)
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