Tuesday, April 12, 2005
In a Land Called......what?
In a land called Gal-li-leeeeee
Um, right. Carla? This isn't Jesus meets the potheads. It's Hon-a-lee. I had to correct her. Apparently she has been singing the song incorrectly for years.
Although she was not impressed by my squeaky little singing voice, she was impressed that I knew all the words. Tools of the trade I suppose.
Today Jack and I set out for Grandma's house so I could do some work. Of course, Jack fell dead asleep for over two hours, so I got a lot done, but my mom didn't get a ton of Jack time. Here he is in the Pack-n-Play, sleeping like a baby:
Then tonight we stopped by knitting to say hi to everyone. I'm trying to get Jack's sleep schedule down so we didn't stay too late. Here's a picture of him hanging out in the sling:
We were home by 7:30, he had his bath and zonked out. Now it's almost 11 and he's still sleeping.
Joe was at a Suns game tonight so I chatted with Julie on the phone for a bit. It's nice to talk to someone who doesn't think I've gone completely crazy. (Her husband had a great idea to send us both to a spa in Sedona – I like how that man thinks.) There is nothing more valuable than having gone through this pregnancy and infant stage with someone who has known me my entire life. I still can't believe we have babies who are 3 weeks apart in age – we are truly lucky.
Unfortunately the rest of the world thinks I've lost my mind. I was looking at an expiration date in the fridge just now and couldn't decide if the food was too old (normally the answer would be- "of course it's too old, it is OUR fridge."). I asked Joe the date. He said "The 12th." I said "Of April?" And I was serious. This is not good.
I am two steps away from being committed by my own husband.