No, really, I am my mother

I seem to have gone slightly overboard.



Fruit. Brown sugar fruit dip. Pecan chocolate chunk brownies. Spinach manicotti. Tortilla soup.

I went to the hospital right after work -- stayed for about an hour and held that sweet boy the entire time -- and stopped at the grocery store on my way home.

As soon as I got home, every dormant domesticity gene in my body went into overdrive. I swear, one minute I was pre-heating the oven and the next thing I knew I looked at the clock and it was three hours later and I had, um, gone slightly crazy.

But at least I'll know that Lucy and Chet are eating well.