I have sat down to blog at least a dozen times, only to be interrupted. By what? A sweet little 6 week old baby boy wanting to be held, that's what.
E and I were just discussing last night about how I is sort of a needy baby. Fussy isn't the right term, since if you meet his needs he doesn't cry. But, it just seems like he has a lot of needs. Well, one major one really. He loves to be held.
The thing is, I love holding him. Most of the time. Sure, I would rather not hold him when I pee. I'd probably rather not get spaghetti in his hair when I eat (okay, so his little whispers of hair...) But, overall, I do love to snuggle with this boy.
Snuggling, though, makes other things impossible. Typing for instance. Or blogging.
Rest assured, I'm still reading blogs. That's one thing I can do one handed.