I’ve not been getting much sleep lately, but boy does a little sleepy baby face ever make you feel better. The nights have been pretty awful around here. If it’s not Bob, it’s Maggie. If it’s not Maggie, it’s Daisy. If it’s not Daisy it’s Bob. If it’s not Bob it’s CatCat. If it’s not CatCat, it’s NoNo. If it’s not NoNo it’s Daisy and if it’s not Daisy it’s Maggie. After a couple of nights with only an hour or two a night, you find yourself teetering on the brink of something. And ready to throttle any childless friend who dares complain to you how tired they are. (YOU DON’T KNOW WHAT TIRED IS, BUDDY).
Sleeping babies, even in daylight, are such a delight. Behold Margaret:
Scott has sat his Restricted and regular firearms safety courses and is waiting (im)patiently for his paperwork to arrive in the mail so he can start procuring all of the guns he’s got set aside with various friends. He’s got his cabinet, he’s got his cleaning suppies. He’s got volumes of books on firearms etching, illustrated encyclopedias of guns and even a giant titled “Cartridges of the World.” Which he is actually going through cover to cover. And let’s not even talk about the YouTube videos! Not only does Scott love firearms, but Bob does too. Here he is holding one of the few plastic toy exceptions (lovingly etched by Daddy):
Mmmmmm, kisses!
The dishwasher repair man came today with the new pump. (I actually said “I think I love you” when his wife called to tell us the part was in). He was here about 30-40 minutes. We chatted about dogs, goats, tattoos. Very nice bloke. He goes to attach The Last Wire and it doesn’t fit. It’s not the right part. So we have to wait ANOTHER WEEK for the right pump to come in. All of the mouldy dishes that were, uh, resting in the machine are now on the counter.
Take out tonight? I think so.
Bob likes sharing best whenever Daddy ISN’T home.
Be thankful you cannot smell the huge pile of horse manure that the dog barfed up.
Be. So. Thankful.
That is such a gross picture of the barf. I’m so happy we don’t have pets, just for that reason.
my dog puked up deer parts last week. it was quite frightening…mainly because of how big the “hairball” was
oh GROSS!!!!!!!!!
i am glad i can leave comments now! yay!
I’ll second the yay for comments.
My firearms paperwork is sitting in a big pile waiting to write a check for the fee and the hopes that Corrie will change her mind about getting a gun.
I’m going’t have to 3rd the ‘yay for comments!’ =] I’ve been reading your blog for ages and its nice to be able to finally comment. That barf looks harsh – kind of makes you question the intelligence of dogs. xD
ewww…and what is this “sleep” thing you speak of.
comment success?
comment success!!!
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Just testing to see if this works or not…..hope it does.
I’ve been reading your blog for a long time and I’m happy to see the comments too! Love your parenting style.
Love the blog, longtime follower and champion.
However, those of us childless, close to 40 and in grad school for a physical therapy doctorate know quite a bit about constant sleepless nights. Grass is always greener, I suppose.
Happy soon to be Spring!
None of my layabout friends are doing anything as clever as grad school. I continue to stand by my previous position on the throttling.
i really like yourblog. glad i can leave comments now.
lately sleep has beenhard for me as well and i figured that i should switch the side of the bed that the crib is sidecarred on. We did it two nights ago and i think it really is helping. also im pretty excited to see the comments feature and love that i can read your website on my phone! Ps-do you have any tips for making a venison sirloin roast?
once my cute little dog,buddy,ate all the cat shit in the litter box then puked it up in disgusting piles all over the house.i was gaggin’ for hours while cleaning it up and after…
Maggie is so beautiful! It’s so interesting to watch your children grow up. I’ve been a longtime fan of your blog (since SG days) and I find your blog fascinating and inspiring.