Rainy Day Reading

This is a picture of a guy.






Today is a boring day. Just sitting around at work exploring the internet and all of the wonderful crap that I can entertain myself with. YEAH TOAST! I went to the doctor yesterday, as we are on a week-to-week basis now, and she said that I am at 1 cm. Only 4 weeks to go! I am totally NOT prepared.

We (mainly Jake) are finished with Sam's new bedroom, paint and all. Now all that we need to do is add Sam and decide if we would rather use a toddler bed or stick with the crib. Jake and I are still having a few problems getting Sam to bed, and he will be outgrowing his crib very soon. That is mostly my fault because I was a "lazy" aka exhausted, nursing mom and just threw him in bed with me and fed him, and he stayed until morning. That went on for about a year, until I realized that the longer that went on, the harder it would be on both of us. Now he plays in his crib for about an hour at bedtime and doesn't cry too much, but I don't think I can trust him to sleep in a "big boy" bed yet. I just have a feeling that I would wake up with his face in mine, and we would scare each other. That wouldn't be so bad for me, because he's so cute, but I wouldn't want him to be scarred for life.

We had to take Arthur to the vet last week because we let him run on concrete and since he has become a city slicker, the pads on his feet were not conditioned for the tough terrain. The vet prescribed him some antibiotics, wrapped his feet, and gave him a cone to wear. Poor Arthur, limping and sporting a lampshade with a two year old bully. Life's rough.

May the schwartz be with you.