Today is David's first day at work...which is awesome for him.
For me, it means that it's the first day that Big Mac and I are home alone.
It's going ok, so far. He's spent some time in the swing and even hung out in the crib while I showered.
Since Big Mac's doing well, I'm starting to worry that Maggie's depressed.
Yeah, I know she always looks like this, but I need to worry about something, right?
In other news, Big Mac visited a new friend in the hospital yesterday.
Niamh (Neve) was born Saturday night and weighed 6 lb 8 oz.
Big Mac dwarfs that precious little girl.
Seriously, the kid's huge. He's only 10 days older than Niamh.