Blagging my Honey

Brag + Blog = Blag. I don't know if this term really exists, but it does now in my world. I have to give kudos to my sweetheart and "blag". I have been sick the last few days: aches, congestion, fever, chills, and I sound like Marge Simpson. Nights are especially rough because for some reason it is difficult to go back to sleep after I nurse Isaac, adding fatigue to the list. This morning I woke to my favorite sound in the whole world: Isaac was laughing and squealing in delight at his daddy! When I got up to investigate I found a bathed, dressed, and happy baby, and a proud papa smiling down at him. What a gift! To add some more perspective you must understand that I hadn't bathed Isaac in about 4 days; I have nothing against bathing babies, it just was not on my list of necessary "to do's" for basic survival so I omitted it for the present. Jarom then told me that after I nursed him, he would play with him again so I could take a shower before he left for class. (My greasy hair must have given away that I did not shower yesterday.) Again, sweet relief! Thank you my Love!

Look! he even matches!