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Mar. 9th, 2010 08:39 pmIt was 45 degrees today on the drive home. I am pretty darn thrilled by the weather, and so is the Bug. We drove with his window down most of the way to baby school today.
I keep picking things up and putting them down this week... books, yarn, projects, correspondence, yadda, yadda, yadda... I can't seem to settle and I really want some space and time to myself. I need to get my dad a birthday present. (Dad, what do you want for your birthday??) I don't want to sleep and I don't really want to eat. I definitely don't want to go to work. I don't want to go to the gym. I want clean windows but I want someone else to do them.
Aaah, spring.
Bug is naming letters and sounds like crazy, and has gotten a little more independent with his storytelling. He makes the funniest, most ridiculous faces, and definitely has his own ideas of a good joke. He pouts when he's scolded, he schemes and sneaks off with devious plans, and he'll refuse a hug about 60% of the time but he still likes to snuggle in my cardigans. His voice has gotten loud when he's angry and tonight on the drive home he yelled at me to get out of his car. (To which I said, HA.) This week he wants to read "Thomas' Christmas Delivery" and "Knuffle Bunny" and "The Mitten". He always wants me to lay down next to him so he can go to sleep, and he will hold my face in both of his hands and whisper earnestly to me until I start giggling and have to leave the room.
I keep picking things up and putting them down this week... books, yarn, projects, correspondence, yadda, yadda, yadda... I can't seem to settle and I really want some space and time to myself. I need to get my dad a birthday present. (Dad, what do you want for your birthday??) I don't want to sleep and I don't really want to eat. I definitely don't want to go to work. I don't want to go to the gym. I want clean windows but I want someone else to do them.
Aaah, spring.
Bug is naming letters and sounds like crazy, and has gotten a little more independent with his storytelling. He makes the funniest, most ridiculous faces, and definitely has his own ideas of a good joke. He pouts when he's scolded, he schemes and sneaks off with devious plans, and he'll refuse a hug about 60% of the time but he still likes to snuggle in my cardigans. His voice has gotten loud when he's angry and tonight on the drive home he yelled at me to get out of his car. (To which I said, HA.) This week he wants to read "Thomas' Christmas Delivery" and "Knuffle Bunny" and "The Mitten". He always wants me to lay down next to him so he can go to sleep, and he will hold my face in both of his hands and whisper earnestly to me until I start giggling and have to leave the room.
