Hanging out with TJ as he gets into his bucket of unused stuffed animals. Why do so many people give stuffed animals as presents to little babies? He is just now getting into them, and he's 2 years and 3 months old. He has a habit of lining them up, one by one.
He's gripping his penis right now. "TJ do you have to go pee?" I ask, "No." emphatically. I think he's full of malarkey. He's potty trained - but he doesn't tell us when he has to go.
This is my Air Force weekend. I actually don't mind going now. When I was working full time, it was hard to work twelve straight days in a row, with no weekend. Now it's not so bad.
Once this new one comes, I wonder where the path will take me. Maybe I'll start an ebay store and sell only size 9 women's shoes. Something is out there for me, a way for me to make some good dough, I can feel it! But what...ah, the thrill of figuring out life for someone *newsflash* -just had to take him upstairs to pee in the potty - I knew it! *end of newsflash*. Thought lost. I think I was going to say something about the way I feel - because I am pregnant I feel as though it wouldn't be called a midlife crisis, even though I am almost 38. I have a strange way of rationalizing things and yes, I know it.
Sucked in this morning by lighting fixtures online. Our dining room one is so ugly, it needs a facelift.