It's raining pretty hard right now. We're trapped in the house. Well, I'm trapped in the house, with Simon. We ain't goin' nowhere.
Michael has managed to escape. He's off to, among other things, check out some beanbags for possible future purchase. While we're in the market for only one beanbag, you've got to check out a lot before you find Mr. or Mrs. Right. The beanbag deficit is the one thing holding this house back from being Party Central.
This is what I'm spending my day doing:
So...
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Sunday, January 27, 2008
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Busted!
Tuesday, January 22, 2008
Just Killing Time
Simon sleeps in his swing (alliteration not planned) and I wait for him to wake up and start crying. So far his nap has lasted 2 1/2 hours. Fantastic! I've made several furtive peeks to make sure he's still breathing, and so far so good. It's been almost four hours since he ate--possibly a first for him in the daytime. I'm sure he'll wake up soon.
Not ten seconds after I wrote that last sentence... he woke up. He's eating now. Ahh, the evening can continue. Perhaps I may be able to put him down again sometime soon.
Not ten seconds after I wrote that last sentence... he woke up. He's eating now. Ahh, the evening can continue. Perhaps I may be able to put him down again sometime soon.
Wednesday, January 16, 2008
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