cough cough

I'm sick. And I'm a baby about being sick; this I know about myself. But I'm going to drag myself to work and hope not to cough on anyone because I've been sick since yesterday and it's just getting worse so I need to prepare myself for the possibility of being dead tomorrow and having to call in. Hope not; too much work to do. Thankfully I have high cube walls (6 feet) so I can quarantine myself.

Toodles!

meet iBert

I love my iBert. I've had my eye on him for quite awhile, but I also wanted a new bike to go with him. Last weekend I ordered him off amazon (evidently there is one specialty store on Davis Island that carries them, and that's it for the whole of the Tampa area). Then I picked a bike at Target, and this weekend we got that home. Last night we put it all together and Spencer and I took our inaugural trip around the block last night before dinner. Today we overdid it a bit -- 5 1/2 miles! It was very fun except for the last mile or so when he was bored and started hanging off the side to mess with my leg which threw off my center of balance. I can't wait until my husband finishes fixing up his own bike and can join us!

bad precedent

I still can't sleep, so I got Spencer up for a little midnight snuggle. He's not a snuggler, but if I catch him while he's sleepy and not fighting it, he'll lay on me and rub my arm like a true snuggler. I know it's bad precedent, but he's such a sweetie when he forgets how much he wants to get down and play. The biggest mistake I made was picking him up 6 hours after he went to bed. He was still sleepy, but not tired enough to just fall asleep on me while we rocked. He laid there and rubbed my arm and pinched my elbow and I got to hold him close for a few minutes. Then I realized we both need some sleep so I laid him back down with his cookie monster and he hugged him and smiled at me.He's still awake (I left him about 10 minutes ago) but he's just babbling to himself (and maybe a little to Cookie) until he drifts back off to sleep.

He's such a sweetheart.

under the influence

I should know better than to have a cup of coffee at 8:30 pm. I don't drink a lot of coffee, and I do decaf more often that not. Since I don't really drink soda anymore and only rarely partake in tea, I've become fairly sensitive to caffeine. At 9:45 I couldn't figure out why I was wide awake.

D'oh.

Off to do some reading (The Falls by Joyce Carol Oates).

oh, the comfort!

I can't wait to get home. I ordered this on Monday, which will likely mean that I need new sheets to accomodate it. I'm so excited! I just can't hide it! I'm about to lose control ... okay, enough of the digression. Seriously, folks, I can't wait to sleep tonight.

Oh jealousy, look what you've done ...

Spencer is going through a phase where his daddy is his favorite person. This isn't bad, except that when we're both home he won't play with me but he climbs all over daddy and gives him kisses. He cries when I give him kisses.

It kind of hurts my feelings.

saved by the bell (or not)

The past two nights the power has gone out in the middle of the night. I would generally relish the extra bit of sleep that I could blame on someone else, however luckily (?) both nights either Christen or I have woken up and noticed the issue before we were late. Christen woke up at 5am on Monday, reset the alarm and came back to bed. Last night, I woke up at 2:30am, noticed the blinking light and reset the clock. Now, why we don't have a battery backup in our alarm clock in this day and age I don't know. However, I can say it's a 5-year-old, $8 clock. I can't expect miracles. I would like to be able to expect more sleep though.

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I wrote that on Tuesday, and Tuesday night I set my phone alarm just in case. Wouldn't you know, the power didn't go out! I don't know what I'm going to do about sleep when the clocks change.