This weekend my husband is having a reunion of sorts with some of his closest friends from college, so that means that mister Matthew and I will be kickin’ it here by ourselves. This will be the first time that I’ve had the opportunity to take on such a task and, given that Matthew woke up EVERY 90 MINUTES last night for one reason or another (I’m guessing not eating all day because he refuses the bottle has something to do with his voracious midnight appetite), I am preparing myself for a long night of baby caring and other non-sleep-related activities. If you are in town and would like to hang out between now and tomorrow night at 10, let me know! I may be in need of the company.
Over the course of the past few minutes that I’ve been writing this post and answering a phone call, this is what Matthew has been up to:
Making out with his tiger
Eating his pillow pet
Going from here...
...to there.
And I’m actually not even sure how he got from Point A to Point B. I take my eyes off of him for one second…
Here we go!
