Today I finished reading Boy: Tales of Childhood by Roald Dahl. It was charming and brutally honest if you ask me.
Also, Ambrose is a pretty awesome baby and slept all day for the most part. This allowed me to get half of the billing reports done for work.
I went for a walk this evening and it was so windy that I started to feel like a negligent mother so I headed for home (only to remember that I had a new baby to meet in the community). Ambrose let me visit for a while, but we had to laugh at the betrayed face he was making at me as I held another baby... as if he could even know, maybe he does. We should give him more credit (it sounds like I am giving myself credit actually). He let out one warning cry when he was ready to go, which sounded like this: "Ra!" I waited for the second warning cry and then bowed out- only to have him howl the whole way home.
Well, that's about it for today. I am still wearing the shirt I slept in the night before. It has spit up on it and I will probably wear it to bed again tonight. Should I not admit these things publicly? It was just that kind of day. What's a blog for anyway?
And as usual I leave you with this cute thought to ponder: