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Aug. 24th, 2003 11:05 pmBoth my boys are asleep (Dad is snoring louder than baby, but baby is doing his nightly aerobics). I should go to sleep myself, but I'm snatching some me time from the jaws of sleep. I'll be tired in the morning, but i"m going to be tired in the morning anyway.
Connor has had two very big days, and I've discovered that he doesn't deal well with overstimulation. He shuts down while it's happening (leaving everyone cooing over him with 'He's so QUIET!'), then has a meltdown once he gets home. I think I need to do more to restrict his stimuli, at least until he's a little older.
Back to work on the 15th. Da Boy will be starting part time child care the week before, giving me some practice runs getting him ready, getting him used to Momma Mo, and giving me a bit of time to just sit and pick my nose, should I feel the urge. Looking forward to it. I'm sure I'll be burning up all my cell minutes the first week or two he's not being cared for by me. I hope Momma Mo is understanding :).
*ring* "Did I mention he likes being held this particular way?"
"yes, you did"
*ring* "Oh, and he needs to be burped after every ounce of formula"
"Yes, I know"
*ring* "Oh, and-"
"I KNOW."
Heh :). Sometimes, it is not they, but we, who are so cute at that age :).
Hot tub at Schmarr's tonight was muchly good.
Note to self: The alcohol content in Hot Apple Pie is not high enough that one can forget about refigerating it. If it's not going to be consumed right away, chill it.
Better yet, only make a full batch when you have enough folks lined up that it can be distributed thinly enough that it gets consumed right away :).
Must contact friend with truck, offer baby fix in exchange for transporting some stuff rom the (now redundant) storage unit back to my place. Not heavy stuff, but the shelving unit wont fit in my car. I don't think there's anything in there I can't lift and carry myself.
Betony's somewhat annoying um-friend John is coming by tomorrow. I get to give him instructions about painting the old place. Then I get to let him get on with it. I feel guilty that I haven't been able to help with that, but i can't have the baby there with the paint fumes, and I've been hesitant to ask someone to watch him.
Need to light a fire under my butt and knock out the meeting minutes for Rusty.
Connor has had two very big days, and I've discovered that he doesn't deal well with overstimulation. He shuts down while it's happening (leaving everyone cooing over him with 'He's so QUIET!'), then has a meltdown once he gets home. I think I need to do more to restrict his stimuli, at least until he's a little older.
Back to work on the 15th. Da Boy will be starting part time child care the week before, giving me some practice runs getting him ready, getting him used to Momma Mo, and giving me a bit of time to just sit and pick my nose, should I feel the urge. Looking forward to it. I'm sure I'll be burning up all my cell minutes the first week or two he's not being cared for by me. I hope Momma Mo is understanding :).
*ring* "Did I mention he likes being held this particular way?"
"yes, you did"
*ring* "Oh, and he needs to be burped after every ounce of formula"
"Yes, I know"
*ring* "Oh, and-"
"I KNOW."
Heh :). Sometimes, it is not they, but we, who are so cute at that age :).
Hot tub at Schmarr's tonight was muchly good.
Note to self: The alcohol content in Hot Apple Pie is not high enough that one can forget about refigerating it. If it's not going to be consumed right away, chill it.
Better yet, only make a full batch when you have enough folks lined up that it can be distributed thinly enough that it gets consumed right away :).
Must contact friend with truck, offer baby fix in exchange for transporting some stuff rom the (now redundant) storage unit back to my place. Not heavy stuff, but the shelving unit wont fit in my car. I don't think there's anything in there I can't lift and carry myself.
Betony's somewhat annoying um-friend John is coming by tomorrow. I get to give him instructions about painting the old place. Then I get to let him get on with it. I feel guilty that I haven't been able to help with that, but i can't have the baby there with the paint fumes, and I've been hesitant to ask someone to watch him.
Need to light a fire under my butt and knock out the meeting minutes for Rusty.
