It's sorta sad how exciting it was to drink a couple of glasses of wine with dinner last night and stay up until midnight(!) after the wife offered to wrangle Fuss in the morning.
I got to sleep in until NINE!
Right as Meggsie was heading downstairs and we were going in to bed Fuss wandered down the hall, blinking and grinning beneath his mussed golden halo. Getting him back to sleep is always a challenge, but his overwhelming adorableness in those late night moments justifies the effort.
We finally got the stupid loan, after more than a year of ceaseless & constantly mutating battle with the powers that be. And by "we" I mean "the wife", who pursued it with bulldog tenacity and boundless optimism.
Our first official act was a family outing to the outlets resulting in a trunk full of winter duds for the Fuss. We haven't spent anything on clothes so far thanks to generous donations, but we're reaching the bottom of the pile and he needed more long sleeved shirts, sweaters & warm pants.
Carters is easy to resist, Oshkosh is dangerous but manageable if you keep your guard up and maintain focus, but Gymboree is the devil in strip mall guise.
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