Instead of feeling energized and psyched to get started with all this orchestrated funning and relaxing, I'm a veritable blob of non-motivation. A wet blanket--and not just any wet blanket--a sopping on-the-verge-of-moldiness horse blanket, if you will. This is a result of two unfortunate twists of fate: First, it's been dark and rainy all week so far, and Second, the dog has been keeping me up in the mornings after Noah leaves just as Dawn the Plumber's crack is showing by forcing me to desperately try to make him go back to sleep so I can go back to sleep while the baby is still asleep. I don't know if you picked up on it, but Sleep was the operative word just then, and the operation has been compromised by That Dog Who Must Police the Property After the Real Police Officer Has Left for Work.
Meanwhile, instead of going back to sleep after his 7 a.m. bottle the way he used to (A. we're down to morning and bedtime bottles; B. I know, I know, I'm spoiled by him), Ethan is too busy learning to be a walking talking person to laze around in his crib in the morning. Did I mention he's learning to walk? Because HE'S LEARNING TO WALK. He's finally made the connection between self-propulsion and his feet, and he's been taking up to two consecutive, hands-free steps between the Daddy and the Mommy before throwing his impressive melon forward, thus pulling his body behind, in a kamikaze attempt at speeding things up, including my heart rate.
All this is to say, I'm taking the rest of the week off to spend more time
I'll see you folks on Monday, hopefully with more cooperative hair, less puffy eyes, and a plethora of energy.
While I'm out, I would like for you folks to give me recommendations for a trip to San Diego--beaches, hotels, restaurants, etc. The Zoo, Wild Animal Park, and SeaWorld are no-brainers, so these recommendations had better be good. Ready......setgo!