It's the weekend and while I should be all, "Yippee, it's the weekend!" I'm actually feeling sort of tired and grouchy.  I hardly have time to brush my teeth, let alone spew my unedited thoughts on the internets.  This is a yay/boo post, because if I wait until a time when I can write coherent paragraphs it just might not happen this year.

Boo - I know you're not really supposed to call it colic anymore and apparently it just means your baby cries more than other babies, but...yikes...my arms get tired*.  Where does he get the energy to keep it up?  If I cried that hard I think I'd last fifteen minutes before collapsing in a comatose heap.

Yay - Lots of energy!  He can go for hours!  What a healthy boy!

Boo - Black widows. 

Yay - lunch at Pelly's - clam chowder, mussels, fish tacos!

Yay - an hour at the meditation gardens.

Boo - laundry, disorganized garage, disorganized thoughts.

Boo - none of the books I'm trying to read really "grab me".

Boo - hair issues.

Yay - IronMan.  I wonder who Robert Downey Jr's PR team are?  Because wasn't his whole career/life in the toilet?  Also, Gwyneth looks really nice with red hair.

Yay - Mini-Pear is learning how to walk the tightrope while holding an umbrella.  What's not to love about that?

Boo - totally bizarre, very vivid dreams.

* Yes we take turns, but my arms still get tired.

Comments

[Rebecca H.]

Sorry to hear that d'anjou is a constant crier. Gets old real fast. I'd hold him a spell if I were around and then either take him for a walk or kick you out for a walk.

[Ginge]

((((hugs))))

Look as mini pear! So cool. She amazes me.

Hope you find that perfect book soon.