Walked into the living room this morning with Henry on my hip.
For six months he’s passed through the living room riding on my hip. I’d say he’s pretty well acquainted with the stuff in this house, which is why I was a little alarmed when all of a sudden, out of nowhere …
And it was a loud gasp for a baby.
What the hell is wrong, I thought.
And then I saw the reflection of the lights in his eyes.
Oh right, the Christmas tree.
Sometimes I’m such a dumb adult.