Tired

I'm so tired my eyes hurt. I shouldn't be this tired. I've mostly been getting full nights of sleep. The past couple nights Handsome has woken up and cried a couple times, but I didn't get out of bed any of those times. He cried enough to keep me awake and listening, but they weren't desperate calls, so I let him cry himself back to sleep.

I miss my DH. He's been so busy with his school that I've hardly seen him. He's home; he's just downstairs in the basement in his "Do Not Disturb" mode. We desperately need a date night.

A friend of mine just bought a gorgeous house and I'm jealous. It's huge and gorgeous and in a good neighborhood. The economy can bite me - and sadly it has.

So tired.

I need my Christmas vacation now please.

The art of eating a sandwich

So Handsome has had a sandwich before, but not all by himself. Yes, he's old enough he should have had one himself a long time ago, but here's the thing: we don't really have a dining room. We have a table that is on it's last leg that sits on the carpet. If I let Handsome feed himself more often my carpet would be beyond disgusting. The other option is to let him eat in the kitchen, but then either DH or I would have to stand there with him because there is not room for more than one chair. Sad, I know.

So anyway, I let him feed himself the sandwich last night. He was so excited! He tried to use both hands and the sandwich kinda folded like a taco and completely dipped underneath his mouth. But the ever persistent Handsome kept trying and ate the whole sandwich! All by himself! Anytime a crumb fell on the carpet he was sure to point to it to let me know I needed to pick it up. Oh so helpful.

My little boy is growing up.

Must. Lose. Weight.

So I saw some pictures of myself this weekend. I seriously need to lose weight. It's just so hard to find time in the day. I need to motivate myself.

My clothes are all tight, but the next size up is still too big. I guess I should be glad I haven't gone up a size, but my shape has most definitely changed. I've never been skinny, but I have always had a flat stomach. Now my stomach is not flat.. not at all.

20 pounds. I need to lose 20 pounds. The same 20 pounds I needed to lose right after Handsome was born.

Peed on my Foot

Yes, it's true. Handsome peed on my foot. I changed his diaper right before his bath and was brushing his teeth while the water in the tub warmed up. I suppose the water flowing sound worked it's magic and Handsome peed. Right on my foot. I screamed mostly because I didn't know what was happening and then Handsome started crying. Then I started laughing so he did too.

Luckily it was in the bathroom right before his bath so it was easy to clean.

Sleeping patterns

So yesterday, DH didn't wake up Handsome until 1:30pm!!! He was trying to let Handsome sleep until he woke up on his own because if you don't he's grumpy all day, but 1:30pm? And then DH cooked dinner (yay!) but didn't finish until after 9pm, so Handsome was up with us waiting for food. And then he was so full we wanted him to poop before we put him to bed because when we don't he'll wake up with it, which is not good. So we waited, and waited.... He never did and I gave up around 11pm. 11!! He's never been up that late. Poor little guy was so tired.

I put him in his new comfy pajamas, and he finally got to sleep. I wonder what time he'll be up today.

Molars

Handsome is getting his molars. All his teeth seem to be coming in at once. He just got his canines on the bottom, and now two molars on the top (one on each side) have cut through. You can see all the slots between that are red and kinda raised. They are coming soon. He's been sleeping ALL the time, so now I know why.

Book Meme

Thanks to J.C. for tagging me!

The rules: Grab the nearest book. Open the book to page 56. Find the fifth sentence. Post the text of the next two to five sentences in your journal/blog along with these instructions. Don't dig for your favorite book, the cool book, or the intellectual one: pick the CLOSEST. Tag five other people to do the same.

Lord of the Flies - William Golding
"Here the littluns who had run after him caught up with him. They talked, cried out unintelligibly, lugged him toward the trees. Then, amid the roar of bees in the afternoon sunlight, Simon found fo them the fruit they could not reach, pulled off the choicest from up in the foliage, passed them back down to the endless, outstretched hands. When he had satisfied them he paused and looked round. The littluns watched him insrutably over double handfuls of ripe fruit."

I'm reading this book in attempt to read all the classics that I didn't read back in highschool. It's good so far.

I didn't tag anyone because I'm kinda assuming everyone I know who blogs has already been tagged. If you haven't played along yet, I tag you!!