Wesley is sick.
I feel sorry for him, obviously. But he is so, so cute and snuggly that a part of me is sort of cherishing it. I know–mean. But oh–the cuteness. He is cuddling me more or less every waking moment. And he isn’t cranky, just tired and sad and snuggly. I hope he recovers soon, but still. Cute.
Mike and Sandy arrived last night, so we had dinner with them and with David (who is in town for work). Mary almost couldn’t handle the excitement. All these men keep arriving who look sort of like Daddy.