Post Traumatic Recovery

Sort of. It’s taking me more time that I ever could have imagined to recover from some *ahem* houseguests that were with us for a few weeks. Adding in Memorial Day Weekend, Lucy’s birthday and other fun/work, I feel like I’ve been swept up in a tornado that has finally dropped me to the ground.

One of the fun things I did over the past few weekends was go visit Baby Beckett. So instead of attempting to describe his newborn squish-able-ness, I will just show you.

You want to smoosh him. Just admit it. It’s okay. We’re all friends here.