Hey, it's ok...
...to picnic a lot - in the front yard, at the park, at the apple orchard, in the living room. It adds interest to the day.
...to be amazed at how broad a 15-month-old's vocabulary can be. This kid is trying to say a lot, and she understands just about everything I say. The best part...Claire says "thank you" to just about everything - changing her diaper, getting her out of the high chair, picking her up, putting her shoes on. It is so gratifying, but it can get on your nerves after a while. And if you ask her a question...any question...she answers "yeah." It's too cute.
...to be THIS CLOSE to being finished with a big freelance job that will not only pay my third quarter taxes (which are terribly overdue), but also be able to pay off my computer. Woo hoo! And more business is pouring in. I guess people are using up the rest of their yearly budgets on marketing.
...to finally have a set date for when Brett starts his training classes. Be prepared, people. November 10. I'll be going crazy shortly after that.
...to understand why Claire started to go a little batty when we went to get her stitches out and the doctor, a nurse, and three med students in lab coats walked in the room. I would be uneasy too.
...to play "where's Sophia" a lot lately. She's taken to sitting in small containers, ie old diaper boxes, laundry baskets, and plastic storage bins. It must be a phase.
...to be ready for soup weather. I think mothers are always thankful for soup weather because it is so flippin' easy to make a meal by pouring everything in to one pot. Dump everything in a dutch oven, add water, turn on the heat. Easy peasy.
...to, once again, be thankful for Facebook. As addicting as social networking websites can be, they are definitely a vehicle for reuniting old friends. I finally got to see an old high school friend this week, who I haven't seen SINCE MY WEDDING. It was too long. And now I'm kicking myself for not getting a picture. Bummer.
...to end the week with the living room looking like this. If this is shocking, you should see my bedroom with all the sewing stuff all over the floor. But my bed is made! Small victories are celebrated around here.
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