Yeah, the closest we've come to book enjoyment was a couple days ago, when I was re-reading HP5 and read out loud, so as not to be Neglecting the Baby. He actually seemed to like listening. It may just be the sitting still and looking parts that are not popular.
Speaking of HP5, I have comments upon re-read, but I can't venture into Literary due to my compulsive highlighting of whitefont. So I will share the comments here:
- I totally get why people thought Lupin and Sirius were a couple. Didn't see it the first time, as I was waiting for plot events, but saw it this time.
- Condoleeza Rice is a taller, more slender, Dolores Umbridge.
- "Toerag" is a great word.
Lily enjoys her Boynton book time--though possibly just for the fic--and dozes off to Goodnight Moon, but was far more interested in The Job than she had any real right to be when we were watching it last night (tonight, of course, I distracted her with boobie).
I sense danger on the horizon, but I guess I'm good if her first celebrity boyfriend is Denis Leary.
This too shall pass, right? Before I drop dead from exhaustion or a heart attack?
Susan, there are many a days when I say, "fuck it" I'm not going ANYWHERE because O's so hard to contain. Store trips with him need to be short or with another person because he hates to be confined in the cart more than 15 minutes. And he grabs literally. every. thing. I'm not surprised, though. If I leave him to his own devices in his baby-proofed areas, his main goal is to dump out any container or drawer he can find and spread the contents everywhere. It's only when he's done with that that he'll take a book and plop down somewhere to regain his energy to spread more chaos.
The ped assured me today that that was a healthy curiousity but man, it's running my ass ragged.
My DH's mom had a tradition of giving him his own special ornament every Christmas. This started because one time, when he was Owen's age, she noticed when they got home from Christmas shopping that he'd taken one of the store decor ornaments when she wasn't looking.
We still have it.
Sorry for the toddlers that are runny our mommies ragged. But, yay for good doctor's appointments.
We still have it.
Bwah!
I am up. I do not want to be up. But, it's giving me a chance to get caught up on e-mail and whatnot. I think I was stressing about the trash. We had SO much this week, because we missed it last week (usually Not!Emily takes out the trash, but he didn't come home last Friday and forgot), and we were cleaning off the balcony and getting rid of stuff that's just been sitting there since before me and Emily moved in. Not!Emily said that he would take care of it all, but I felt guilty leaving it all for him, so I tried to take a bunch of stuff down. Of course, it exhausted me, and I ended up leaving most of it for him. So, I told him I'd get up early and take down what he couldn't. I didn't mean to wake up *this* early, though!
I have a moment before people arrive for our games night. (Hi vw!) I got an email back from one particularly lovely lady, to assure me that she hadn't been ignoring me, but had been having internet trouble. So that's nice.
That is nice, billytea. (Hi!)
Have fun at game night!
I am up. I do not want to be up.
This is me, every single hour of the day. Except those where I am, in fact, sleeping.
Sounds like pre-party obsessing to me, vw! A fine tradition.
Sounds like pre-party obsessing to me, vw! A fine tradition.
Good point.
Weirdness. I just opened the container with Toto's carob cupcakes to check and see if the powdered sugar soaked in. One is missing. I'm pretty sure Emily wouldn't have given Toto one. I wonder if Not!Emily ate one. If so, that's kinda funny.
