Here is Z, sleeping peacefully, in his freshly laundered Swaddle Me, after a full day of not Linda Blairing out on us! What a relief. The key seems to be knowing when he's full and just wants the pacifier. What was I ever thinking to believe babies don't need pacifiers?
The heat is supposed to break today, and between that news and no projectile spitup, things may be less hellish all around here today. I love living in the Valley, because it's convenient to everything, there's parking, and it's just less hectic than over the hills in LA. But on days like we had this weekend, I remember that we actually live in a desert that is naturally inhospitable to human life.