Men! (sheesh)

Well, night 3 of T's sleep training is taking (oh, hey, took - I hear CP emerging from the nursery) is going less efficiently than nights 1 and 2. But at least that means 45 minutes of general kvetching rather than horrible wailing. But it does mean CP is imprisoned in the room for 45 minutes.

So... After we went to bed last night I'm laying there just starting to fall asleep, when from the other side of the bed I hear "Puddi, puddi! Puddi, puddi!"

I live with Satan.

Ear Puddi !!

How much hard, fibrous tissue could a Marmota monax throw if a Marmota monax could toss hard, fibrous tissue?

Sooo... Jason and I are inching ever closer to getting his surgery scheduled. He's currently in La La Land and I am sitting in the waiting room waiting for him to get out of a colonoscopy.

Fun times.

Chris and I both have so much going on and neither of us can even begin to put it into writing. He needs all of the good vibes, strength and support you can send his way.

Done. And for you as well.