This weekend the BHE and I went out to my company Christmas party while my folks babysat the mad man. Poor little guy picked up the sniffles somewhere, so I was too worried about him to have any kind of good time. I didn't even DRINK (open bar!!!!! I got a drink, a Kettle One on the rocks, and had like one sip then put it down. This time last year, I would have drunk that, then another, then whatever the BHE was drinking, then convinced him to take me out for drinks afterwards, then gone to 7-11 at 2 AM to get a quarter pound big bite slathered with chili and cheese. How times change.). Also, my feet hurt from wearing high heels and I was so tired from having to chew with my mouth closed and stand up straight all night.
Here we are, pre-party. We both look totally insane in this picture; it's that special kind of insane enjoyed by those with sleep deprivation.
I put him in his crib. It's like magic; he was awake within 2 minutes.
I know, I know. Something is very wrong here. I'll worry about it later.