Ok, ok, so Lorie is tired of my rambling about hospitals and needles and all that other stuff, and she's demanded more photos. I'll give it my best shot. I'm not not not a talented photographer like my Sis, or Lorie, or Davi or my buddy Amanda who did my maternity photos...so, we'll just have to rely on the uber-cuteness of my little son, who is squirming away on my chest as I type.
A few nights ago, Mema came over to help us give Lil Major his first bath. We ended up with a clean kid, but an angry one.
Why do I have to get naked?? Don't I get any sympathy for that bandaid on my foot??
Well, this is alittle better...at least I'm covered up.
Never mind, I still don't like it...are we done yet??
Today was a little less traumatic. We just hung out in the boppy (Thanks, Aunt Agnes!)