9/22...or maybe the 25th. Or is it even September anymore?

The last couple of weeks have been so long. So long that I aged at least 7 years and that worry line threatening the space between my eyes, just above my nose, is no longer a threat and is now a full blown facial assault.  There is a hint of congestion in my chest and my insomnia has decided to make an appearance.  I have reached new levels of exhaustion and am resisting the urge (not 100% successfully) to pick a fight with everyone.  Cause, you know, that's just the way things are gonna go.  Apparently.  

Since we have been home, Olivia has seemed to want very little to do with me.  Who can blame her?  I'm the one who held her down for the anesthetists, doctors, and nurses so they could poke, prod, and examine her.  So really, I had it coming.  

It seems like she only likes this guy....

I keep finding them like this.  Is this why she likes him more?

Is it because he keeps snatching her out of her bed and snuggling with her in our bed?  Or maybe because he is so big and warm and safe?  Or maybe because when it comes to parenting he is Disneyland and I am the playground carnival?  Or maybe because he makes everything better?  Or maybe because he doesn't give in to my attempts at picking fights?  Or maybe that's just why like him? 

Any way you throw it, he is her current favorite.  And if she's happy, then I'm happy.