Seven years ago today, I was laying in a hospital bed exhausted, crying out of joy, and completely freaked out. We were the proud (leased up to 18yrs old) owners of an 8lb 3oz sleeping bundle of squishy - yet cute - baby boy. Mr. Helpful and I stared at him, at the ceiling, and then at each other as we realized that we just entered a foreign land of nursing and no sleep. A land that was now ruled by a sleeping dictator who would (non-too-gently) teach us patience, the true meaning of sacrifice, love, and the joy of watching someone who we could only create, navigate a huge world.
Weasel was born and we could not have asked for a more perfect child to be ours.