Well, it happened. Only my third day home and I found myself snuggled up with a mid-morning snack (very healthy, I’ll have you know), and “Bringing Home Baby.” Gak. I told myself that the Weather Channel is not really TV and wouldn’t lead to other things. Just like dancing DOES occasionally lead to sex, the Weather Channel, for someone with an addiction as strong as mine, is enough to get me to TLC. It wasn’t all that informative or entertaining. But it did keep the silence of the house away, which I hate. Next time I’ll leave NPR on or pick a CD. And if I want to know what the weather’s doing I’ll just look outside.
I’m off to do a gazillion errands. This morning I actually got up and stayed up with the dogs, so I had a chance to do the dishes, clean the stove, pick up the living room, do a load of laundry and wash out the vacuum cleaner filters before 9 a.m. This means I can do my internet time and a mall walk (it’s cooooooold and wet here) before it’s time to dissertate. I imagine there will be a nap in there, too.
In other news, now that I know what position the Snapper is in, I discovered that all this time the little round thing I have been stroking is his butt. I’m a butt-toucher.
Just wait til you can actually see from the outside that it is, in fact, his butt.
One of my ob’s partners, without seeing u/s or anything else, walked up and said “look at his little bum!” and squeezed it. Right before he was born, I swear you could see his, ummm, for lack of tact, crack.
That’s funny! Today at the Dr. we were still trying to figure out what’s what.
Oh, the butt-toucher phrase cracked me up! Snuggle Bug now points to his butt (and ours) and says “bum!”
I tell you what, little baby/toddler butts are so adorable that you can’t help but give them a gentle pinch every now and then!