He came without diapers. But it’s OK, he’s sportin’ a pull up like a big boy. He’s bow legged, but it’s endearing. He’s beautiful beautifully colored, beautifully wide eyed, beautifully gap toothed, beautifully playful.
My fear that Simeon would spend too much time watching TV while I cared for Zeb was unneccessary. The two have been running circles around my house (and destroying everything in their wake) without ceasing for three hours. Simeon finally has someone to boss around and Zeb is perfectly happy ignoring every command. He’s been ordered to timeout about 16 times already. He hasn’t served even a minute of the sentence. Maybe now Simeon knows how I feel. I just found out we won’t know anything until Thursday now. I’ll keep y’all posted. Your prayers are coveted.