Because even I was getting sick of that post
August 29, 2007 at 12:10 am | Posted in Linky Love, M'ijo | 16 Comments
I wasn’t going to post until I had something deep and meaty and thought provoking to write about.
But then I thought I’d better get off my tush and post, otherwise my next post would also need to be titled “Has it really been a month already?”
In my defense, we’ve been really busy around here.
Pepito’s adorable friend Garin (and his mom!) came to visit:
We went to the event.
Check out the teeth in that second picture. And yet, all he wants to eat is puree. Sigh. I am so jealous of people whose kids will devour hunks of banana and avocado. This one is going to be thirty and still craving E@rth’s Best Turkey Vegetable Dinner.
Speaking of eating:
We got some very cute presents from T&A in flat city (thankyouthankyouthankyou)
Pre-meal, clearly. He’s looking at me like, “why mama, are you holding that camera instead of wielding the spoon of sweet sweet Turkey Vegetable Dinner deliverance?”
This onesie is true more often than not, alas.
This shirt is already appropriate. I mean… look at that kick!
As always, lots more pictures friends-only on flickr.
Other things keeping me busy:
Working a full day and then driving an hour and twenty minutes home. Will NOT miss that commute.
Obsessing about the situation in Guatemala. This really deserves its own post.
Packing, Sorting, Yardsaling, Throwing OUT.
And. My mother-out-law is visiting. For EIGHT days.
Did I mention, packing?
A question: how do you pack? Are you a pack-it-all-the-last-week-person, or are you a pack a few boxes a day for several weeks person? And what would you say to your partner when she tells you: “I am irrationally angry that you packed all the nice bowls away and now I have to serve the salad in this metal mixing bowl.”
Hint: Yes, that’s irrational, dear = not a good answer.
p.s. A very overdue congrats to Bri and Wes who are now the proud parents of a bee-u-tiful boy. Congrats as well to… Tam, Andrea (even though her child eats solid foods and I hate her), Jo (you have to read her post – it’s beautiful), Barb and Holly – who are all either home from Guatemala with their babies or very very close to it.
And keep your fingers crossed for the ones in waiting: J., Cali and the pee-stick-poem-writing Missed Conceptions, and on a more serious note, the babies, families adoptive and first, and staff of the hogar.
Did I miss you? All omissions are absolutely unintentional, I swear, and can be blamed on Mr. “What do you mean, 4:30am isn’t a good time to play?”