Milk Junkie
Cooper is an addict. A very adorable and sweet addict, but an addict all the same. In the evenings, it’s all I can do to get five minutes without him crying so desperately for milk that you’d think I hadn’t fed him all day. The trade-off is that he’s been sleeping 5 to 6 hour stretches, then another 2 hour stretch at night, so the binging is obviously worth it. But these hours between 7 and 11 are tough on the old mama.
This weekend, we decided to venture out of the house. On Friday, we went downtown for sushi…
Cooper was a dream-boat and Kenny was so thrilled with a night out on the town that he was in his most charming comic form.
On Saturday we headed out to my parent’s house for my Dad’s 62nd birthday party…
And today we made it to church not only all clean and dressed, but early. Yeehaw. Ah, but we make it look so easy, and the reality is that I have four loads of clean but unfolded laundry on the guest room bed, a full dirty clothes hamper, still at least 10 thank-you’s to get written and mailed for Cooper gifts we got that first week, two weeks worth of mail to open and bills to pay, dirty dishes in the sink, a dog who hasn’t been pet all day (and oh my, have we even fed him yet today?!?) and a husband who hasn’t had a kiss in days, much less a hug with both of my arms.
Ah, but I have managed to find time to nap… me and the exotic new man in my life…

























