Today is Thursday.

It's my favorite day of the week and I don't know why.

In any case, Thursday.

I was telling my coworker that I like the name Ebenezer for a boy, and he laughed at me and said "I don't know why I'm laughing, you named you daughter ELSPETH" and I said "yeah, but I kind of secretly wanted to name her "Rosebud", but I didn't" and then I started crying. WTF? I know why I started feeling emo, because I knew a woman who adopted a baby from the County who had a serious heart defect and the kid was just precious and sweet and died at age 3 and her name was Rosebud and for the brief time I knew her, I just loved her. But still. I can't even THINK about that name without crying like Kane.

Are the hormones STILL going strong?

Sigh.

This is adorable, though. A movie I forgot I shot because it's so grainy. It's 7 seconds or so of Beanie getting some love from Seamas.
seamas and beanie

This morning my daughter started screaming when I got up to get ready for work. Well, technically, I leapt from the bed shouting "oh my god, I'm late, I'm late" so technically, she may have just been upset from all my noisiness. How much do I love my PF for getting up and making coffee and feeding kitties and dogs? Too much.
He's perfect and lovely and brilliant.

And my darling little Beanie calmed down after some nunu.

Ah, Thursday. It's a relishable day.

I wish I had it off.