It's been thirty days since he was born and twenty four since my last surgery and I can almost kind of pick Aston up the way that I want to.
Recovering can suck it. Still, it's PROGRESS, right?
(I guess I could have bothered with some lip gloss or something, but we're tooling around the house for the holiday weekend which also explains how awesome my bedhead looks. Holy. old. fart. But! I am making up for it by planning hella vacays on Pinterest for the fall.)
p.s. My camera lense broke this week as did our irrigation system, our dog gate, Andrew's zoom on his phone, and the brakes on our stroller. Do not touch me, I am contagious. And expensive, apparently.