But I can't feel bad for long.
The babies have arrived.
Baby Dale in her pink ruffled bathing suit, or as grandgirl Ava used to say when she was little, her "baby soup".
And Baby Henry, cruising the pool in his Batman tee and shorts.
When I am not busy with them, I am still trying to catch that perfect shot of the many birds right behind the house.
Here's one that obliged me for quite some time.
As you can see, he eventually got sick of me, and flew off.
I will check in now and then, but mostly know that I am taking it pretty easy.
Hard to believe, I know.