Stress, stress, and more stress.

The past two weeks have been pretty close to a nightmare. I will say thank God Whit has been fine! He's the only one that's been fine lately and he really has been blessing for the rest of us to delight in while things got rough.

5 weeks!

Yesterday Whit was five weeks old and to celebrate he rolled over from his belly to back... three times!

When they say "do this" they mean it, and more advice to ignore...

Woo, I had a rough weekend! I had been wondering what the baby blues were exactly and I got hit hard the past couple of days. One day (can't remember which now) it was so bad once Ben got home from work I handed him Whit, ate, and promptly took a shower and cried the whole time. Thankfully I feel much better today! I think it was a combination of not enough sleep, Ben being at work a lot right after paternity leave, one of our dogs, Foster, hurt his eye again and the vet bill was outrageous and there's a chance we may be moving again. Oh, and I can't figure out clothes right now. It was all just too much to deal with at once. So what have I learned?