This is the same face I had when the Dr. sent me home on the day I thought limabain was going to be born. I had a sinus infection, and they weren't willing to risk further infection with an epidural/c-section combo.
What do you do on the day you'd blocked off for the birthday of your second son, only to find out it would be a week later? N.O.T.H.I.N.G. There is not enough retail therapy to cover that kind of disappointment.
The good news is that his face in this picture isn't one of incredulous disappointment, but one of bliss at opening his second Nerf gun. This is the face of a boy who is now wholly outfitted for battle. Nerf battles, of course.
He's the boy who sees beauty in everything, even fried eggs. He's the one his heart patient cousin wanted to talk to as soon as she was coherent after her surgery. He's the one who at 10, still wants to get in my bed and hug me up in the morning. He's my only boy who can complete a Shred workout with me, and enjoy it. He's also the one who is gifted at the art of puns. For instance, the Christmas he turned 3 he coined his own carol for our part of the world, "Rudolf the red-neck reindeer!"
No doubt about it, he's an original.
Limabain, I'm so glad I'm living and I'm so glad you're mine!