So much has happened. My grandson, Deaton is here.
In fact, he's a month old.
to this precious little dimpled ham. He is loud, poops like a machine, eats like a lumberjack and has grown 3 pounds and 2 inches in 4 short weeks.
He is perfection.
We got the wonderful pleasure of having him for 2 days, while his daddy went to a work retreat, and mommy didn't think she could do all nighters 2 days in a row.
After having that little cry bag, I have to agree. If he is burped, full, and dry diapered, he is terrific.
If he is partially one of the above things, he is NOT a happy camper. He doesn't like to be hot, swaddled in ANY way, and loves watching loud kids. That works out, since I have 4 of those living with me.
Very fun. Though I was so tired, I was cross eyed, the minute they left to go home, I started missing them. He is just precious.
I've been putting a Daily Dose of Deaton (DDoD) on Instagram, (when his mommy isn't too cross eyed to send me a daily pic) and I love these little drops of sunshine. It's fun, it's exciting, and he really is the most precious grandson I have ever had.
In all of this perfection, though, I have such a deep depression going on inside, and I can't pinpoint why or where it is coming from. The kids are all doing good. Baby is healthy. Work is good.
I can't pinpoint it, but when I figure it out, I will share because I think it's real courage to share the hard with the good.
And the hard is kicking my butt right now. I will figure it out though. Because there is so much wonderful out there in my life.....I have to find it. I think God's timing is perfect, and it will all be good.
So glad Kip got to come home and meet Deaton. I had such a sick headache in this pic, I don't even remember that day very much, but it looks like everyone had fun. :)