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Mr. Teatime's new trick is to carry pillows down the stairs.
yep, pillows. They aren't your regular sized pillows, but smaller. But as big as he is.
He's just getting cooler. And now that he's a bit out of kittenhood (he's about what, er 8 months?) he's also lots nicer to be around. He's getting sweeter, though still insane (at least you can cuddle with him now).
On another note, we found out the nursery furniture will be here next week. It's about time. I'm really ready to put this room together.
My birthplan is finished. A synopsis: Drugs, early and often. Put the baby on the bewb as quickly as possible.
Watched Hearts in Atlantis tonight. I didn't realize it was a Stephen king movie. That's a good thing or I probably wouldn't have rented it...well yes I would because I adore Anthony Hopkins. It was a good movie. Not his usual fare. Well or more like Stand by Me. He's really got something when he's mining his childhood. Most of his horror fiction I can do without.
I actually had some energy today. Not like I slept or anything. Hmm perhaps dementia is setting in.
St. Paddy's day was a bust for us. We were going to go to the parade and then found out George W was going to be there. I just can't, in good conscience, support the man. I think he's just this side of an idiot. And the prospect of being very pregnant and fighting for space with 200,000 other people didn't sound good--so we'll make it a family deal next year. And dress Emily up as a leprechaun or wee Irish dancer. Maybe I'll be back to taking Irish classes by then too.
Next year will certainly be a very different year for us. And better most likely. My life has just been getting better since I met James, each year, each day. He says the same to me . That's just deeply satisfying.
yep, pillows. They aren't your regular sized pillows, but smaller. But as big as he is.
He's just getting cooler. And now that he's a bit out of kittenhood (he's about what, er 8 months?) he's also lots nicer to be around. He's getting sweeter, though still insane (at least you can cuddle with him now).
On another note, we found out the nursery furniture will be here next week. It's about time. I'm really ready to put this room together.
My birthplan is finished. A synopsis: Drugs, early and often. Put the baby on the bewb as quickly as possible.
Watched Hearts in Atlantis tonight. I didn't realize it was a Stephen king movie. That's a good thing or I probably wouldn't have rented it...well yes I would because I adore Anthony Hopkins. It was a good movie. Not his usual fare. Well or more like Stand by Me. He's really got something when he's mining his childhood. Most of his horror fiction I can do without.
I actually had some energy today. Not like I slept or anything. Hmm perhaps dementia is setting in.
St. Paddy's day was a bust for us. We were going to go to the parade and then found out George W was going to be there. I just can't, in good conscience, support the man. I think he's just this side of an idiot. And the prospect of being very pregnant and fighting for space with 200,000 other people didn't sound good--so we'll make it a family deal next year. And dress Emily up as a leprechaun or wee Irish dancer. Maybe I'll be back to taking Irish classes by then too.
Next year will certainly be a very different year for us. And better most likely. My life has just been getting better since I met James, each year, each day. He says the same to me . That's just deeply satisfying.
