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.
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.
Posted by: Rebecca H. | November 23, 2008 at 07:11 AM
((((hugs))))
Look as mini pear! So cool. She amazes me.
Hope you find that perfect book soon.
Posted by: Ginge | November 23, 2008 at 11:11 AM