I ordered a birthday present for papa today.
He’s been wearing wolf shirts from The Mountain for a few years now, and it’s almost become a ritual for us to get him one for his birthday or Christmas or whatever. I think he wears them, in part, because they annoy mama. But now, everyone in the family has embraced the shirts, and we think of him immediately when we see one.
His birthday is right around the time that we’ll feel safe telling a wider net of friends and family about the baby. So Graham and I figured that if we got this onesie:
and gave it to papa for his birthday with another shirt for himself, he’ll be able to figure out what’s going on.
My drop of blood on Tuesday seemed to be a one off.