My mood has flipped this week. Last Monday, Gus threw up play dough, Rose drew on the furniture with crayon and Gus almost killed a small dog. The owner did not have a lead on her pooch so I firmly and maniacally told her to put one (f'ing) on. I spent the next two hours crying. Not good. I felt out of control and it scared me. But things are definitely looking up. I was asleep by 9.00pm every night last week. I also realised I wasn't taking my iron pill. After ticking all the symptoms for iron deficiency anaemia, I have started taking them again and energy has been returning. I don't know if it is the pill or my head, but I'm feeling better, happy, and stable.
I've signed up for a third of a craft fair table. The fair is April 14th and at this moment I have nothing to sell. I do, however, like the deadline and purpose. Seven weeks to get my craft on! Also, I booked a flight to England last night. It is my birthday present - I'm going in April so I can attend a friend's wedding. I'm so so so thrilled. I wanted to go so badly and thought it wasn't going to happen as I didn't have enough money or miles, and then last night all these new flights popped up for 60,000 miles (I had 66,000) YAYYYY. I'm taking Tom as I'm still breast feeding exclusively, but Mum and Howard will babysit while I go to the wedding overnight. I think that black dress is going to get another outing!
Tom's hands are the current Tom fascination. He sits in his brown bouncy chair staring fixedly at his hanging sqirrel and hedgehog. He expertly gets one hand to them. This morning he was showing off by grabbing squirrel with both and then moving his left hand over to hedgehog. One in each hand! The boy is learning. He had a look to say "Boo ya hedgy, I got you!"
Rose has the most charming little sayings all of a sudden. "Oh my", "mmmm, yes, mmm". Where on earth did she get "oh my". I'll take it considering the potty mouths Brent and I still have with two young ones.
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