Monday morning...

This morning, Caleb woke up very early. I suspect he knows he has to go to the doctor. He's being very much clingy and overly cute, as if to persuade me to take him for ice cream instead.

He got to spend a good chunk of the weekend just with daddy! Friday night and Saturday morning, I went to the Women of Faith conference at the Pepsi Center before I was felled with a migraine the likes of which the world has never seen. So between the Excedrin I'd taken for the pain and the NyQuil to knock me out, five hours after I got home, I could open my eyes without hoping to die. Mister Bob came over to play with the boys while I was dead to the world. Caleb enjoyed "guys only" time, I think. There certainly seemed to be a lot of coordinated belching.

I think next weekend might be the time to do another cultural event. Mayhaps the zoo, mayhaps the butterfly pavilion or something. Caleb is just drinking in the world, and I want him to be exposed to as much of it as possible. It's a good thing he's still not too walk-y. I would tremble for the peacocks...