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Dear Gretel,

I am flattered, and tickled that you miss me enough to resort to CALLING ME today, to inform me that you were jonesing for an update. Resorting to the telephone...how archaic of you! I honestly thought that 2 blogs in one day, including a very touching 18 month old letter to my baby boy, filled with lots of (if I do say so myself) fabulous pictures of my adorable child, might hold me for a few days. Apparently I was mistaken!

xoxox

Me.



Dear Everyone else,

I have spent this week looking for the "break" part of March break. Break? Where??? Someone said I could maybe have a break??

Oh wait, riiiiight....I work at a recreational facility, a place where people go when THEY get a break....which means I get to work! 9 days in a row. NOW I remember!

I vaguely recall taking the "week off" last week. Humph, it seems so long ago. I hardly even remember the spa! Humph....maybe I should go back during prep week, just to make sure I can remember it.

We've also been in the midst of another frenzy of company. There was a Sherri Hay, and there was a Julia Hale so far this week, and they'll be a Jonnie and a Jennifer before the week is out. That's good times, late nights, and oh yeah, 3 sets of towels, sheets, and pillowcases for the laundry! 3 more days of March "Break," 1 day of rain tomorrow, 1 toddler with a runny nose...so far, this math sucks. Oh but wait...there's the 4 bison steaks in the fridge, and the multiple bottles of red wine, and 2 adults without runny noses, and only SEVEN more days till the first day of spring. Now this is math I can get on board with!

Giddyup!

(And no, I do not make my kid wear a helmet to ride the plastic horse! He's obsessed with hats, and since bike helmets have the added bonus of protecting little heads from all the sharp pointy things we like to have hanging around here, they also dull the pain. Sweet!! Some kids wear diapers on their heads, mine prefers a helmet. Whatever!)

Apologies for the slightly non-sequential rambly post. I HAVE NOT been wearing a helmet this week, and have found myself, quite often, banging my head on hard surfaces. On purpose. Anywho......yeah.

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Occasionally, Griffin does this THING. He has his evening bath, and during the bath enjoys dipping his face into the water and drinking as much of it as he can. And then we get him in his jammies, lie down with him, and he guzzles a boob or two. Then I lie him down in his crib, all calm and serene. And just as he starts to think about drifting off to sleep...he starts to gag. Gag. GAG! And then he pukes. All the breast milk, all the bathwater, and anything else that may have been in his little tummy in one projectile blaze of glory! Lights on, change the jammies, change the sheets, baby now WIDE AWAKE cause what's all the excitement going on?? It's enough to make me want to scream. But I don't. Luckily neither does he. He goes about his puking much like he goes about breathing - no big deal, just another thing you gotta do in the big old journey called life.