So yes, I suck with the updating all of a sudden. I tease you all by being all diligent and posting every day for awhile, and then my mom shows up to wait on me hand and foot and I decide that napping is much more fun than talking to InternetLand.
Well, it IS more fun. I'm sorry, but I'm tired. I even started an entry about just how tired I am the other day, but it mostly went like this: I am really tired. The end.
I also started an entry about the post office, but I never actually made it to the post office. I had some packages to mail to Zoot and started to walk to the post office, but the post office was ACROSS THE STREET and there was a FedEx store on the side of the street I was walking on and so I decided to FedEx the packages instead and nothing interesting happened at the FedEx store.
Except possibly the realization that no one holds the door open for me anymore, even if I'm laden with packages and a stroller and a newborn and still kind of look pregnant.
Not pregnant enough, apparently. Fucking assholes.
We did have a sort-of interesting lunch when two little old men came over to fuss over Noah, and then the one man went away and the other man would. Not. Leave. And. Kept. Calling. Noah. A. Girl. And telling the same stories over and over again. And asking the same questions over and over again.
My mom guessed it was Alzheimer's because she is Nice. I assumed he was drunk because I am Jaded and Suspicious.
Anyway, that's the kind of week it's been. Next week? I'm on my own and will surely come crawling back to InternetLand for amusement because I will have no one to talk to except a squalling infant. And while he's UNBELIEVABLY BRILLIANT (he stares at high-contrast black-and-white images! he can sort of smile! he craps his pants with great aplomb!), he's not so much of a conversationalist yet.
Sure is cute though.
When he gets really good and mad, his face kind of blends in with the wall color.