We are back from a week in Michigan; pics to follow in the next couple of days. The kids have been asleep pretty much all day!
Archive for March, 2009
I just finished Grandma’s quilt. I am giving it to her tomorrow. Pics to follow! I would have been done earlier but I am having issues with my machine–thread keeps breaking. I don’t think there’s anything wrong with the thread so maybe it’s time for a tune-up. But whatever. Quilt is done. I am tired.
Why does Virginia suck so much to drive in?
Seriously, would it be so hard to put up a road sign? Or, perhaps, make it possible to turn? Ever?
It’s a miracle anyone ever finds anything. Including one’s own home.
Wesley is sick.
I feel sorry for him, obviously. But he is so, so cute and snuggly that a part of me is sort of cherishing it. I know–mean. But oh–the cuteness. He is cuddling me more or less every waking moment. And he isn’t cranky, just tired and sad and snuggly. I hope he recovers soon, but still. Cute.
Mike and Sandy arrived last night, so we had dinner with them and with David (who is in town for work). Mary almost couldn’t handle the excitement. All these men keep arriving who look sort of like Daddy.
We’re out of beef.
How is this possible? I don’t know how to buy beef!
…is how long Mary and Wesley slept last night.
I put them down for naps at 6:30. They woke up around 10:30 this morning! I don’t know what to make of it. (Except that it was lovely–I slept well too aside from getting up to get Wesley a bottle.)
So, we’ve been watching a lot of “Jeeves and Wooster” (a TV show based on the Wodehouse books, starring Stephen Fry and Hugh Laurie). In this series, Hugh Laurie plays Bertie Wooster. He looks like this, with an incredibly British accent:
Then we watched an episode of “House,” in which Hugh Laurie plays Dr. House, with an American accent (and, you know, a decade or two later). He looks like this:
And Mary said, “Izzat Bertie Wooster?!”
I discovered last Friday that Wesley has a tooth!
Unfortunately I discovered this because he bit me while he was nursing, but still–exciting developments, folks.
In the department of dumb parenting decisions: I couldn’t get the kids down for a nap. They finally went to sleep around 6:30.
They are still asleep. Do they know what time it is?! Mary is going to need dinner when she wakes up. But I don’t want to wake her myself, because that’s usually (read: always) a mistake. Maybe they’ll sleep until morning.