Happy Father's Day!

Today was hubby Darrell's first Father's Day, which I forgot about until I was already halfway through teaching my GRE class. So on the way home, I called my own dad and told him his gift was a grandson (which he was perfectly happy with), and then I drove to Marie Callender's to pick up a key lime pie for Darrell. It was the only thing I could think to get since I know he loves key lime pie and doesn't get it often. Then I subjected him to a mini-mini photo session because we *still* didn't have nice photos of the three of us; now we finally have daylight-lit photos of the three of us outside by a bush that look a little nicer than anything we had before.



I'm grateful I'm teaching two young women - one of whom is a registered nurse - in my GRE class because my milk glands seemed to know when time was up for little Darrell's feeding. Just about the time he was happily sucking down the pumped milk from last night, I was soaking through my disposable breast pads and sporting a telltale wet spot on my shirt. By the time I got home, it looked like I'd leaned up against a wet sink! Note to self: stash extra breast pads in my purse - and check them every so often! It actually worked out well because I was able to pump one side - which may have been on its way to engorgement - when I got home and feed Darrell with the other.

Then I did something foolish: I chose not to take a nap. I know I'll regret it tonight when we're up until 3 or 4 or 5 again, but I was so productive in cleaning up the living room and getting some things done online, etc., that I couldn't bring myself to lay down. Even had I tried, my racing mind probably would have staved off sleep, so I'll just have to hope our marathon evening doesn't run too late.

Dad, Mom and Baby Hands