I’m taking the Brog-man to Madison this weekend to visit friends. I love Madison. My husband, sans wife and son, will probably golf from noon to night on Saturday. No joke.
So You Think You Can Dance is the best show known to man. The top eighteen are SICK this year.
I’m really hoping to finish the first round of revisions for Beneath a Velvet Sky by Father’s Day. We shall see!
Brogan has been having a heck of a time falling asleep lately. He cries for at least a half hour before bedtime and don’t even get me started on naps. How long can I let the boy cry before his lungs will combust….or before he develops serious attachment disorders?
I have zero control when it comes to all things sugar.
Yesterday, I felt like Alexander, because I had a Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day. I was incredibly grumpy and irritable. Poor hubby. Is it a coincidence that I didn’t have my morning time with God? I think not.
Brogan keeps going BOOM-BOOM. Along with crawling, he now pulls himself up to standing. Imagine my surprise when I found him standing in his crib on Thursday. He’s also learned to climb steps. The steps infatuate him. The steps to Brogan are like Edmund’s Turkish Delight. I’m constantly picking him up and putting him on the opposite side of the living room, and he’s constantly crawling back to the steps.
Bubba has an ear infection. His right ear reeks! Poor Bubba.
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