I mean, they aren't twins by any means, but there is a definite resemblance.
Deeds finally got to meet his cousin Charlotte, who's been sick and unable to say hello to her little cousin. They are exactly 16 weeks apart.
I haven't gone out yet since Deeds' arrival, not from lack of interest, but because not much has been going on. Then of course, this weekend we had a black tie event on Friday, and a dear friend's wedding on Saturday. Since I'm now the mother of two, I am obviously super wise and mature- I decided to forgo the party in favor of the wedding and not attempt both.
The wedding was lovely, and it was just wonderful to be out of the house at someplace other than the Kroger or Target. I mean, I love Kroger and Target, and spend the majority of my disposable income between the two (Amazon, you are creeping up- I'm sure when I become even more housebound you will be number one! Keep trying and plying me with free two day shipping!), but it was nice to be around actual adults who aren't wearing red vests. I was too busy indulging in raw oysters, smoked salmon and rare beef tenderloin, as well as a generous amount of pinto grigio to snap any photos. My babysitter for the night (thanks, Mama!) snapped a lovely prom pose as we headed out the door.
Anyway, after a particularly raucous dancing session, my body began to remind me that I had major surgery 4 weeks ago, and have not slept longer than 2 and half hours in said four weeks. I stuck it out as long as I could, but turned into a pumpkin before 11. Pitiful.
This little stinker decided to start a growth spurt Saturday night around 11:30 PM, so I have been feeding him approximately every hour since then. Lovely.
For a little comparison, here is exactly 2 years ago, when Miss Priss decided to hit the same growth spurt. Same couch, same me, just a hell of a lot more wrinkles.