Well, its been three weeks since Lawson joined our happy little clan. As long as his basic needs are met, he is absolutely a joy. He has gained more than a pound, and is lifting his head regularly. Michelle has been taking all the night duty stuff, and I have picked up other aspects of daily life to help even the load. My cooking skills are improving.
The thoughtfulness of friends has been amazing. The words of encouragement, cards, and emails have been much appreciated. A neighbor from the early 80′s, Mr. Bolton, knitted a sweater for Lawson (she did one for Logan when he was born as well) (bye the way, Hi Polly! I’m told you read the blog)
This weekend Michelle’s aunt, niece, and her two kids came to visit, as well as Michelle’s great aunt. We had a house full, as did Michelle’s sister Deb. Michelle allowed me to have time to pursue stuff around the house while she and her family did fun things around the area. I busted my behind to clean out and organize the storage shed, and then work toward getting my workshop organized. Installing hanging cabinets by yourself is not at all fun, but it is finally starting to come together.Logan calls Lawson either, “my baby” or “baby Lawson”, and is always wanting to hold him, hug him and kiss him. Some day when they are 15 and 13 and screaming at each other, maybe I will have them both read this and show them the photographic proof.
Logan holds his little brother Lawson.
