I wonder what I was thinking when I assumed that because the semester was over that I would have so much more free time. I think it just seems like I’m still constantly pressed for extra time because there have actually been a few random time-sucking things come up–mainly doctor appointments for all three of us (possible future book titles based on our experiences: “The Sinus Infection that WOULD.NOT.LEAVE”; “A boy, his Pooh Bear and the Eczema spot that his mother mistook for Ringworm”; and last but not least, “No Seriously, I don’t want to see It, just call the Doctor and have It looked at Already”). I am hoping that we have all been doctored-up enough to last us through the rest of the year. Seriously.
Mother’s Day was lovely–I received a wonderful card from Owen and his father and enjoyed a dee-lightful pedicure on Saturday (cracked heels, peeling polish, overgrown cuticles, oh my!) as my reward for all my hard work. I think I’m going to have to work harder to find the time to sneak off for a pedicure more often. You know, for my mental well-being and all.
Owen has discovered that he can move beyond the military belly crawl and has progressed quickly from pulling up and hesitatingly moving along the length of things to speedily cruising from one piece of furniture to another all the way around the living room. I fear anticipate that a fully walking boy will be under our roof very very soon. With all of Owen’s newfound mobility has also come the discovery of tasty morsels that apparently are just too tempting to not put in his mouth. Several of the more delectable items that he has discovered in the past two weeks: a several month old dried up french fry from somewhere in the living room (I have NO clue where this came from), several assorted and varied in nature hairball/dustbunny combos, his own hair clippings at his first hair cut, dog kibble, and lastly, a nice big bar of Ivory Soap. All this from the child who acts as though I am poisoning him when I place cut up fruit on his tray.



Kristen says:
the dog food is a big one. I think I have a picture of Ethan eating dog food out of Zinni’s bowl while Zinni is eating off of Ethan’s high chair tray. I feel your pain, sister.
May 18th, 2007 at 12:15 pm