I have so much less time to do anything I want to do these days. Maybe that's a sign that I goofed off too much at work. Anyhow, that kid, he keeps me busy! He's sick today, running a fever. Worry wart mommy that I am, I rushed him to the doctor's office to find out he's more or less perfectly healthy aside from being a little warm, a sniffle and a cough. So I gave him some Tylenol and he's down for a (rare) second nap. I thought I'd take this opportunity to do some blogging.
There are some pretty new developments Alex-wise. He's walking almost more than he's crawling now. He loves just walking back and forth 10-15 steps at a time. He's so proud of himself! He waddles more than walks really and most of the time he has his arms up, so yea, he looks like a little hairless chimp walking around. It's really quite cute.
Another not-so-great development is he's turned into a biter. Well, he bites me anyway. I'm sure it's all my fault because I'm always nibbling his toes, neck and belly to make him laugh. So these days, nothing makes him laugh harder than biting my toes, feet, hands, shoulders, knees... By the end of the day I'm usually covered in little toddler toothmarks. I need to get a handle on this, and soon, but it's so cute... and painful.
John and I did a weekend detox / fast. Which basically entailed eating no food and drinking only juice and water for 48 hours. I thought I was going to die. I wasn't really hungry, but my emotional addiction to food made itself very, VERY clear. I basically whined for 48 hours about how I wanted a cheeseburger. I never wanted Monday morning to come more than I did last night. I made it though, and lost 5 pouds to boot.
This morning I went to the optomitrist to have my glasses adjusted. The lady BROKE them. Broke them right in half! Not sure what to do about it, she taped them together and gave them back to me, telling me she'd order a new pair that should come in tomorrow. Well, in the mean time I was left with taped together glasses. I ended up scrounging around and found an old pair to wear, but the prescription is wrong, the lenses are scratched and the frame is bent. So I'm now counting the hours until I get my new frames.
The last thing I wanted to write about really deserves it's own post, but I don't know when I'll get the time. Alex has already woke up and is talking to his stuffed monkey in his room, so I've got to rush it. I feel like I'm living in some kind of a dream. Who gets to be this happy? I wake up, read books to Alex, watch cartoons, go for a walk with the neighbors and their kids, take the boy to the park, go to the gym, have lunch with John (he comes home every day for lunch), clean my house, go to playgroup... Life just seems crazy happy. I know it's not always going to be rainbows and butterflys. I know one of these days I'll be writing a post about how I'm underappreciated and I don't get to have adult conversations... but right now, I feel like the luckiest person alive.
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