- I'm sitting here, listening to the whir of the baby monitor, and am so glad we bought one today. I am getting tired of Spencer going into my room and waking up the baby! Now, we can close the door, and I can still hear Oliver. WOO-HOO!
- I have become a fan of Pandora, internet radio. As my good friend, Manda put it, "It's like it knows me!" But, here's the thing. I have guilt. Seriously. I feel BAD for the songs I reject. It's like, "Oh, poor Pandora is doing such a good job, but I really do not like this song." It takes A LOT for me to reject something. Even remaining neutral is rough. Especially if I LIKE the song but am otherwise indisposed and can't get to the computer to click on the "thumbs up." Seriously, I feel like I'm hurting Pandora's feelings.
- Oliver has started to laugh. I do declare it melts my heart EVERY SINGLE TIME. Baby laughs are one of God's more impressive creations.
- Today, we had a very nice insurance man come for an appointment about health insurance. Keeping my three boys happy while he discussed premiums verses deductibles was a challenge. It was especially difficult when Henry appeared in the kitchen bare-butt naked. Apparently, he'd taken a cup of water with him INTO the bathroom, and whilst on the potty (thus the no-pants) spilled the water on his shirt. The result: a completely naked three-year-old for all the world to see.
- Las Vegas, for all it's faults, has been delivering some lovely weather. The evenings/mornings are particularly delightful.
- The doula business is really taking off. I heart my clients. They are so awesome.
- Derek is loving his new job.
-Spencer has had a hard couple of days, wherein he has: had his fingers smashed in the pool gate, turning two finger nails purple, a scratch on his chin, a finger that got buckled on a back pack, clonked his head on the hard kitchen floor when he fell off his bike, and didn't really nap today. SHEESH!
-We are moving in T-minus 30 days and I have literally not packed one single box. NOT ONE. And I don't plan to start until July 1st. What's the rush? We're moving 20 miles away. No biggie.
Generally, life is good here. How's yours treating you?