It's really pretty trivial really. But after the last few days of Toby nursing every twenty minutes, and refusing to take a nap, an elusively clean house (it's clean under all the toys and dirty dishes), and me getting no more than three hour blocks of sleep (on a lucky night), I decided to take matters into my own hands.
Now, there are much bigger matters to attend to. Such as, the demise of Mother Earth News due to their absurd and morally horrific insistence (for the second time now, in this month's issue) that in order for us to live "happily" we (the world) need to instutite population control. Two kids per family?!? I'm letting Dan tend to that, with a letter to the editor. I, on the other hand, am tending to the tired antics, but of equal importance, of running a house. Which has it's own sweet celebrations.
And here is my latest feat, fit for a celebratory coffee break.
Ahhhh, now I can do the dishes, pick up toys, paint Ana's toenails, read her books AND drink my coffee. All at the same time. Right? At least until Toby is ready to nurse again, which should be ... just ... about ...
Now.
3 comments:
awwwww! what a cute little papoose! how does it feel to be thin again?
Wow! That's cool! How did you get him in there by yourself? I had trouble getting Ian loaded in the front! ;) Hope you can sneak in a nap somewhere!
Looking through all these pictures, I just want to see the baby!!!!!! I can't wait until June!
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