my brain is feeling a little numb and wordless today. i have no idea what to talk about here. nablopomo becomes difficult on day 7. kind of like new years resolutions. this is the day i want to sleep in and skip the gym.
but i carry on here with the daily writing aspirations, though, now that i think of it, a trip to the gym would probably be beneficial for the festive post partum muffin top i continue to sport.
uncle g appreciated the IVP birthday wishes yesterday. i joked that i’d promised you all a vial of his swimmers, and that he should probably get started right away. he laughed a little nervously. and then he changed the subject.
in other news, little j is feeling a bazillion times better these days. she is a happy, jumping, screaming baby whose vocal volume goes to eleven all.the.effing.time. seriously, last night my ears felt tinnitus-y, like i’d just come home from a loud rock concert, after standing in front of the speakers. all this because i’d tried to snuggle a screamer. we’ve tried the “respond to screams in a whisper to foster a sense of appropriate volume” thing, only it basically goes like this:
me: [whisper] hey pretty baby.
me: [whisper] sweet girl, that is a bit loud.
me: [whisper] let’s use our inside voices.
jude: shriek [followed by gagging cough from incessant shrieking]
me: [in normal voice] that’s it, you’re grounded.
alright, well that’s all i gots for this edition of mandatory blogging with ohchicken. any topics you’re curious about? i’d love some fodder for further posts.
oh, and i realize how remiss i’ve been with the photos recently. here’s one sent to me by h yesterday, and nicely showcases little j’s happy tripod sitting: