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tropeI has teh crud. I didn't actually skip work, because there's a Thing tomorrow, but I did come home early and take a nap. Now I'm stuck to my computer like glue, despite having itchy eyes and a gunky face. I really can't wait for spring.
But here's a first: I walked home from work in sunlight. Granted, it was 3:30, so I was really cheating on this, but it was nonetheless not-dark.
Bonzo is feeling better today, which is great because I realize (now that he's germed me up good) that he really couldn't possibly feel worse. He ran back and forth through the house and peeked around corners and talked about "apple pie!" and gave us his very firm views on pasta vs. broccoli. I delight in every new word he says, and love that he's getting so verbal, but sometimes it's overwhelming. We were 30 minutes in to the tucking-in routine (oh, yes) and he started climbing over my shoulder in that way that he does and counting rungs ("four, fibe, sixch, seben, eight! Eleben!") and whispering to himself yes-no-yes-no-yes-no-yes-no-yes-no and I can't decide whether to snicker, or run from the room screaming because it is so much to try and translate and assimilate. He also said tonight to his dad, "Eat me." which led to no end of chortles. Guaranteed that he tries it again within the next 72 hours.
I'm still really rough around the edges on this child-blogging thing. I wish I could write like this, or like this. In my defense, both of those two have been at it longer than I have. And have book deals. Have I mentioned that I really feel like I ought to write a book? I believe the universe is telling me I should write a book. Like, in all my spare time. Yeah.
*C would also like to mention, in the spirit of child-blogging, that our sprout made the awesomest train ever at baby school today, with three cars, and that C thinks he's a super-genius. I love how smitten they are with one another.
But here's a first: I walked home from work in sunlight. Granted, it was 3:30, so I was really cheating on this, but it was nonetheless not-dark.
Bonzo is feeling better today, which is great because I realize (now that he's germed me up good) that he really couldn't possibly feel worse. He ran back and forth through the house and peeked around corners and talked about "apple pie!" and gave us his very firm views on pasta vs. broccoli. I delight in every new word he says, and love that he's getting so verbal, but sometimes it's overwhelming. We were 30 minutes in to the tucking-in routine (oh, yes) and he started climbing over my shoulder in that way that he does and counting rungs ("four, fibe, sixch, seben, eight! Eleben!") and whispering to himself yes-no-yes-no-yes-no-yes-no-yes-no and I can't decide whether to snicker, or run from the room screaming because it is so much to try and translate and assimilate. He also said tonight to his dad, "Eat me." which led to no end of chortles. Guaranteed that he tries it again within the next 72 hours.
I'm still really rough around the edges on this child-blogging thing. I wish I could write like this, or like this. In my defense, both of those two have been at it longer than I have. And have book deals. Have I mentioned that I really feel like I ought to write a book? I believe the universe is telling me I should write a book. Like, in all my spare time. Yeah.
*C would also like to mention, in the spirit of child-blogging, that our sprout made the awesomest train ever at baby school today, with three cars, and that C thinks he's a super-genius. I love how smitten they are with one another.
