Good morning, everyone. We're sleepy in Reno this Saturday morning -- but we're getting a lovely dose of spring: a weekend in the 80s. Windows are already thrown open. My dad and Colin are installing a bookcase/media cabinet/desk unit in our bedroom that my dad built for us. With all the power tools lying about, I thought it ended up being pretty appropriate that Tate had his first plumber's crack yesterday. He's still as sweet as can be and is doing great: his bili levels (jaundice) are falling, he's eating and sleeping really well, and is a charming little man. We're doing well, too: I'm still sore but recovering and I'll let Colin speak for himself but he also is hanging in. This time last week, we were in the delivery room. Amazing!
Saturday, April 28, 2007
Tate's First Plumber's Crack
Good morning, everyone. We're sleepy in Reno this Saturday morning -- but we're getting a lovely dose of spring: a weekend in the 80s. Windows are already thrown open. My dad and Colin are installing a bookcase/media cabinet/desk unit in our bedroom that my dad built for us. With all the power tools lying about, I thought it ended up being pretty appropriate that Tate had his first plumber's crack yesterday. He's still as sweet as can be and is doing great: his bili levels (jaundice) are falling, he's eating and sleeping really well, and is a charming little man. We're doing well, too: I'm still sore but recovering and I'll let Colin speak for himself but he also is hanging in. This time last week, we were in the delivery room. Amazing!
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Definitely the best looking plumber's crack he--or anyone else for that matter--is ever likely to have.
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