Orion's newest quirk
I am making piles for the yard sale in 2 weeks. At the top of one pile is a blue 100% wool sweater. I found it at the top of the stairs this morning and put it back in the pile whilst wondering how it got to the top of the stairs. Right behind me was Orion retrieving his wool sweater. I tell him "no" and put it back, keeping an eye on him the rest of the morning. He is so persistent. I eventually shut the door to the room the piles are in. We are all just about ready for bed and I go downstairs to turn off the lights, close windows, etc. I find the wool sweater near the garage door in the kitchen. My guess is Orion couldn't fit it all through the cat door and left it there after he gave up. I reported to Ian and he just smiled because Ian is impressed with every quirk this cat has... every last pestering one!
Dinner and Errands
I got home from work and Ian said since Liam needed some new onesies and socks that we should stop at Outback to get dinner on the way to the baby store. Sounded good to me. So we got Liam fed and headed out for dinner. We asked for a table at Outback so if Liam needed to be held while I was eating, I could successfully sit him on my lap and eat too. The hostess sat us in between to small groups of people... yeah too close. The OLD folks to the right left only a minute after we were seated... and the 2 middle aged guys to our left stayed throughout our whole Outback experience. The bald guy made an obvious comment about he and Liam having the same hair cut... hardy har har... and the two of them shared a dessert and talked about old relationships... so I really thought they were a couple. Then as they were about to leave they were telling the waitress they were in town fishing the local river. What do you know... people come all the way here to hang out in the river. I had NO idea!
Anyway, the whole point of mentioning our Outback dinner was to say that the waitress mentioned more than once that Liam was such a quiet baby. "Yes, he is a very mild baby." Why do tiny comments like that make me so proud of our boy?
Consulting an Addict
Ian and I have come to the conclusion that I have a blog addiction. I need to take a break. I need to go to bed instead of play on this thing. He says I am grounded for 2 weeks, but I told him that I could only go a week. But look at me, it is the SAME NIGHT we had this conversation and I am on here posting a blog! I really have NO self control. It's just sad. And what is more sad is I am basing my self worth on how many comments I get on my blog! I got zero today... one from Robin, but only because I called her to tell her I figured out how to post videos! And one last sad note: The last 2 nights I have dreamed in blog form. It's not right...
Ian, I am sorry. Take the laptop away from me tomorrow night. It's our only hope...