Notre Dame was again victorious! Nail biter though...
We are taking Hannabert camping in a few hours. I did have a schedule (out of the door by 10am!) but I figured, who cares what time we leave? Isn't the point the journey and not the destination?
Had a physical today. I picked a clinic that (correctly) I assumed has a lot of "experienced" patients due to its proximity (I will be honest, it is next door) to a senior citizen compound. I liked the doctor and she said I was her only patient who was nursing but that she nursed her first child until 18 mths or so. It was nice to hear a doctor say that.
I am exhausted. Like fall on the floor exhausted and I never have enough time to do what I want to do...ever. Hannabert has nothing to do with this at all (well, perhaps our night owl child has SOMETHING to do with it...)
Part of packing for the camping trip resulted in Horn and I reading a lot of personal accounts of camping with toddlers. I especially disliked the story that interviewed a doctor about camping with toddlers. A doctor's whose idea of camping was staying at a hotel. No, really, his suggestion was to camp by going to a hotel and the writer took that comment and acted as if staying at a hotel was one way to camp. It is not and I stopped reading that article.
We still don't know about any new job prospects. Lets keep praying that we find some.
This is the reason why I am not in a hurry to leave to go camping. Let sleeping babies lie (plus, I am confident he is in a growth spurt so waking him results in him clinging like a barnacle around me neck which makes me even less productive than my already glaringly unproductive self.
|Dada and mini-me asleep. Notice the nearly identical body positions and notice what a bed hog mini-me is...|
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