Not that I'm complaining, but there are consequences to be paid for spending a weekend in the hospital, even if it is for the incredibly wonderful, life-changing experience of welcoming your second son into the world.
Unfortunately, our consequences were missing just about all of the Easter festivities of the weekend. This started off with the Duckling Day parade, where Henry and his cousins donned their duck uniforms and marched proudly with a hundred or so pint-sized cohorts.
We also missed all the family dinners, but we didn't miss any of the food! Thanks to all of our family for feeding us the last week, and visiting the new boy!
