Ever have one of those days where everything is RIGHT ON TIME, and yet, everything still feels totally off? I put my hair in pigtails. Looks good from the front. I felt the back, however, in the car, and I mangled it. I wore linen trousers today because it's going to be 85 degrees. And of course, they are pre-wrinkly. I missed my turn off my favorite commuter secret passageway, and nearly crashed into a cop car trying to change lanes. I decided to go right and try again. I was still within my normal "10 minutes late" to work time frame, no matter how crazy my morning was.

Still. My psychic abilities are telling me SOMETHING bad is going to happen to me today. I'm waiting. Maybe my computer will explode midpost.

Beanie ran out of amoxicillin 2 doses early. I called the Pharmacist and chatted with him. He said we're fine, we probably got a higher concentration of medicine and lower concentration of water, which he thought was weird, but I insisted that we'd gone out to buy a special graduated baby medicine dropper because "2.5 ML" of milky white medicine is a ridiculous amount to try to eyeball. So, that was the conclusion, that she's fine. I can still hear wheezing, but she seems a LOT happier. I am hoping her diarrhea clears up as well, that's misery in a diaper. My poor kid.

I fully intend to video-catch her creeping and crawling as soon as I can. I will post my traditional 15 seconds of cuteness as soon as I am able. It's pretty cute, though. We have to keep the screen closed and I think I have to spend my state refund on netting for the balcony because I think she will figure out how to open the screen soon. We have a very mechanically inclined baby. She likes buttons, moving parts, wires, dangerous things, pointy sharp things, slicey things, hot things, and she eats books. yep.

Beanie turned 8 months old at 3:08 AM this morning. How crazy is it that I have an 8 month old kid? Already?

Every day is magical.

Except last night when I have a vague memory of trying to lecture a very exhausted PF about how "stay at home" means, to me, that the working nursing mom needs to sleep NO MATTER WHAT. While standing Naked with a capital N in the hallway. I think I just need earplugs for her late night silliness. When a kid wants to play at 11 PM, we need to adjust our family sleep patterns, or get earplugs.

That said, I highly recommend kids to anyone so inclined, it's an amazing, amazing thing to be around to watch them discover things. THAT'S the part that makes you feel young, the whole "Oh shit, I remember when I discovered that too!" It will make you happy and melancholic in the best recuerdo type ways.

Beanie, go to sleep.


Her favorite bedtime books (or rather, my favorite bedtime books) are Time for Sleep and Good Night Moon. We also read Pat The Bunny and a few others, but they amp her up.

Love,

Mamey.