I love Leif's hug variations. Sometimes he requests a 'smushy' hug, sometimes a 'smashy' hug, and sometimes a 'running' hug.

Deena, do you still want me to call you this afternoon about "the project"? If so, what time?

Deena, how are you feeling?

It's like she's suddenly lost the ability to amuse herself--which luckily for me she developed young--or to go to sleep fairly readily when she needs a nap. And I can't decide whether it's best to coddle her a little, or if that would encourage my heretofore independent little daughter to turn into Clingabel

O did this, too. And is still doing it on occasion. I've learned to just let him throw his little (a minute or less) fits and keep doing whatever it was I needed to do. He then forgets he's mad and goes back to playing. He usually does this when he's with his dad and I'm trying to do laundry, running up and down the stairs. As soon as he sees me, he starts crying. This is the time when they really start to learn that you have things to do, too.

{{{Gud}}} Sorry, hon.

Bills are paid but I'm so not even close to having us packed for our trip. Gah.

That reminds me, I need to do laundry tonight unless my wife does laundry today, which is possible.

Huh.

I really had to take a shower just now, since I have a physical at 1:00, so I stuck Annabel in her exersaucer and turned on PBS. I stayed in the shower for longer than I might've otherwise, just because the quiet was so relaxing. While I was drying off, I heard a giggle, of all things, from the living room.

Kid is still in her exersaucer, watching Sesame Street like it's the best thing on earth. Every time I walk by, she grins and points at the TV as if to say, "Isn't this cool?"

Could it be she was just bored?

I love Leif's hug variations. Sometimes he requests a 'smushy' hug, sometimes a 'smashy' hug, and sometimes a 'running' hug.

Smushy hugs are my FAVORITE.

I remember when I thought Sesame Street was the coolest thing, so that's not outside the realm of possibility.

It's nice that you remember yesterday.

I think I'm calling it a night. The DH just hosed my computer loading his courseware for his Master's program, and after more or less rebuilding it we are only kind of speaking to each other. It's not his fault, actually, it's the courseware's, but two people should never try to drive one computer.

He's one of the few civilians accepted by the Army War College; I think his degree is going to be in "war." The courseware is unintentionally hysterical - you have to hear R. Lee Ermey reading all the text. And everything's acronymed: "Upon graduation from the USAWC, you will be dealing with significantly broader issues within a more volatile, uncertain, complex, and ambiguous (VUCA) strategic environment."

I did not make that up.

Hugs to Gud and to sj, and to sj's nephews.