Today Mr. Bouncy and I finally exchanged our birthday cards – he gave me mine and I gave him his. My birthday was in September and his was in October. Seems like we were playing a passive-aggressive game about who can hold the each other’s card longer without looking really bad and neglectful. Or something like that. I have to say though that reading those cards 2 months later created some excellent laugh-fest and goofiness. Good times.
In unrelated: How do you teach your almost 4 month old to sleep without being swaddled? It’s becoming a bit silly with this “I am tying your hands down so you stop batting yourself with them”. I see some sleepless nights in our near future while my son is getting used to the fact that he has hands, even OMFG, in the bed.
Also, I kicked Nablopomo’s ass. Yay!