Welcome, Pierson

I know I’ve been AWOL. Before today, I hadn’t even picked up the camera since we left the state of Florida. We got home and decided it would be a great time to cry-it-out with Ellery. (“Hooray!” cheers Dr. Weissbluth.) But the next morning, after a whole lot of middle-of-the-night crying, we discovered she was running a fever and suspected an ear infection. (“Serves you right,” says Dr. Sears.) An subsequent doctor visit confirmed this, and we are now on the road to getting tubes. Five ear infections in five months. Fine. I throw in the towel. You win, viruses!

Anyway, we were just tired and buried under about twelve loads of laundry from that point on. We’re still working on digging our way out, but took a short break to visit our new nephew who was in town. Pierson/Pierce (proper labeling still under debate) is awfully scrumptious. So perhaps you’ll get so lost in the multiple photos that you won’t notice my four day hiatus.