Rough Night

Sometimes there is a direct correlation between morning hair and what kind of night it was.

Yay for babies!

Today he turned the pages of his book one at a time, from front to back.  Clearly a genius.  Well, he did touch the dog and say "cat".  Maybe not a genius.

blahblahdeblahda cat

So I'm sitting in the floor with my baby and the cat is weaving around us and my son is mesmerized.  So like any other time that this happens I say, "cat...cat...cat...cat...cat..."  And today it happened, I HEARD "cat"  with a "ku" sound and a "t" sound.  YAY!  A real word not just  mamamamama or dadadada or bahbahlalaba.  Cat!  Then he pet the cat, like he had been doing...gently, oh so gently.  Then the damn thing bit him.  What the hell!  Broke the skin!  Now when the cat comes by I think we will practice....damn cat....damn cat....damn cat......

okay probably not...but poor little guy, finally said a frikkin word and his reward is being bit.  Cat bites hurt and then sting a little.  Oh well. Yay, he said cat!

In need of sleep and prozac

I desperately love my baby but OH my god he is WHINEY.

Sorry short post, baby just woke up......whining.

Hormone Shift

The state college that my dad worked at is having a reception thingy b/c they are naming the photo studio he designed after him. (He taught photography and pretty much developed their program.)  A pretty big company that he worked for is also naming their studio(that he designed) after him.  It is really cool that so many people thought so highly of him. He was great.  It makes me feel better to know other people miss him too.  Not b/c misery loves company but b/c it is kind of like sharing the burden of the pain.  

I started my period today and the intensity of my angry at God stuff is less.  Still there, just not so intense.

Husband and I are considering building a house instead of buying one.  The details aren't interesting but it is a big deal to me so ta da there it is.

:)