The invasion continues. I was bit three times this morning on my right arm. This is not a good thing, considering I'm extremely allergic to ants. Seriously, the bites swell in to these lovely, quarter-sized welts. But we're trying to win the battle. It looks like there was a massacre on the floor of our room from doing the Mexican Ant Dance. Brien has put down poison outside. I need to get up off my lazy ass and strip the bed, but I'm too busy crushin' on Mr. Noodle. I'm not ashamed to admit that I love that guy. However, I hate Elmo. I know "hate" is a strong word, but that furry dude drives me batshit insane.
Kathryn is feeling much better. We made a visit to the pediatrician yesterday. I was really worried that she had an ear infection, but she's just got some nasty post nasal drip and a sore throat. So, after a heatlhy dose of decongestant, she slept through the night and I got to watch an episode of Big Love. Score! Although, I'm still only in the first season. We're too poor to actually have a subscription to HBO.
All right, the Elmo/Andrea Bocelli duet is motivating me to get up and wash my sheets.
1 comments:
Yay for sleeping babies (and sleeping mommies, most definitely).
So glad to have gotten to catch up with you twice this year. I'm crossing my fingers for a third (although hopefully not under the same circumstances). xoxo
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