The pantries are done. The laundry room. The upstairs bathroom closets.
Tomorrow’s the Christmas decorations. I think we can get those done in one day. My expectation are really, really low.
So he’s got a new obsession with Clementines. I think he eats as many as I do in a day. And I think he’s allergic. He’s got all the signs, poor dear, including lousy sleeping and really, really huge whinies. I pray that we stopped it soon enough. I need some decent sleep.
I’m having trouble with the Get-Up-Off-Your-Rear parenting ethic these days. I can’t move! And when Isaac got out of the tub this evening, he paused, grabbed the sides of the tub carefully, teetered back and forth, and eked out “I got it. I’m okay. I’m gonna make it.” Oops — Negotiating my girth is rubbing off on him.