So much has changed since I last blogged.
But enough about the Cowboys' collapse.
(Seriously, it's just as well that they suck. The pressure is off. Now I can just watch the games. Although after watching the Aggies and Dallas lose in Cowboys Stadium in less than 24 hours, I can't shake the feeling that there's some sort of curse there.)
The small boy is healthy and enthusiastically drinking milk as if his gullet was on fire. He slept last night for a seven-hour stretch. Not bad at all, considering he's six weeks old.
The larger-but-still-small boy is healthy and working hard on driving us all nutty. He has regressed in his potty training, is working on a Grade-A hunger strike, and is using his limited vocal skills to demand, demand, demand, demand, demand, with little interest in listening.
(But he's talking more. Today, as he was blubbering over my failure to follow his imaginary procedures regarding the stowage of crackers, he told me between tears to "have a good day at work" — mimicing Shannon's daily farewell.)
Shannon is doing well. I am nearly as good … just without much time to blog or exercise or sleep.
Maybe, we'll blog more soon.
(Thinking of giving up on scores of the week. Any protests?)
Protest ... I love SCORES OF THE WEEK
Not that I think my desire for that bit of mirth is reason enough to burden you - but think of your 10's of fans
Posted by: Robert Adams | October 14, 2010 at 10:44 AM