18 Weeks.

I forgot until this morning that Quinn was born on a Thursday. 18 weeks ago yesterday! Seriously?!

We just got home from a beauty boutique where all five employees - all chic & dressed in black - swarmed Quinn for what felt like half an hour. People in this city love babies. They seriously do (unless such a baby is in a stroller, & you're trying to eat at a small restaurant - then they hate babies & talk about rules & fire hazards & what not, all the while looking at you like you are the least cool person in the universe). Anyway - He was obviously flattered by all of the attention, so much so that he fell sound asleep (in the Ergo).

Happy Weekend! Mike is finally home, so I thoroughly intend on taking a nap. It's been weeks.