^ too tired to be creative^
I know I promised constant site construction but I've been organizing Max's clothes and gear like mad (still not higher priority than the bathroom, but at least it's home productivity) so I haven't done a thing on here.
I'm the kind of perfectionist that wants something to be just right and will let it sit at 'Not That Great' for forever until it's, well, perfect.
In Max news:
He crawls e-v-e-r-y-w-h-e-r-e and is actually getting really good at entertaining himself with this toy or that kitchen accessory. We haven't bought the stuff to safety-fy the house yet so I've been doing my fair share of running all over the place to keep Max from certain disastrous situations.
His wonderful 5 days of sleeping through the night are looooong gone ever since our Christmas circuit. Boo hoo. Now that he pulls himself up in his crib, his sweet little red-chapped cheeks and snot-filled nose are the first things I see every morning at 1, 3, 5, and 6. I swore this week I was going to be a hard @$$ and not bring him in bed with me. Turns out I'm quite soft and give Hardness a good malicious laugh.
I held a little 5 pound baby last night and just about tossed him through the ceiling as I went to hoist him up to my shoulder. Apparently hoisting isn't something you do with normal babies. Max is now over 22 pounds and a giant on my lap when it's time to nurse.
In two weeks our little guy will be 9 months, which is 3 months away from a year which is basically 20 years old! Waaaaaaaa!
I need a nap.
Pray that I get a digi cam for Christmas so you don't have to put up with my dronings on about mundane what nots any more!
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