Henry was born last Sunday, just after sunrise. Since then, I haven't had much of an urge to touch my computer. He seems to eat constantly and Elizabeth has been a little over-eager to help and hold him, so I've had my hands full. (And I don't mind one bit.)
Forgive him his Yoda feet here. I swear it's just the pants.
Now, back to mothering and pondering plot for my WIP.
