Last night, The Wife and is went for a walk around the park with some other teachers. It was the first time that she and I had actually talked all week, which was nice. It's rare that we actually get a moment to pretend we're, like, married or something.
We got to the hospital soon after. I blogged about the whole throwing-food incident. He and I played afterwards until Mommy got there. He's definitely in a momma's-boy mode.
She went home, and he threw a fit. Got over it. Threw another. Got over it. Snuggled, then slept.
We both slept through until 6:30, with only a quick wakeup at 2 for some hugs, a diaper change, and Goodnight Moon. Then, we went back to sleep.