Friday, October 16, 2009

Brief Update

It occurred to me that I haven't blogged in a while. I think that is due in part to me suffering from tennis elbow. I've had it mildly before in the past, but what I have now can be described as the equivalent to submerging your arm in a bucket of fire. Some days its hard for me to even clench my fist. I think toting Layla's carrier around has accentuated the condition. She's 11 lbs now, and there is no telling how much the carrier weighs.


The little piggy is doing great! She's sleeping 10 straight hours at night, and takes two naps during the day. She is so alert and observant of everything when she's not napping and is quick to flash a goofy smile when she's happy. She loves riding in the truck and going out and about.

Speaking of which, I almost turned into Chun Li today at the Dollar Tree. Some well intending grandma came over gushing about how pretty Layla was in her dress and proceeded to rub her cheek. I assumed a karate stance to deliver a kung pao blow that would instantly disconnect her feeble hands from my child's cheek...in my mind .
In real life I smiled and scrambled away from her as fast as I could manage.

Hello....uh......H1N1?
Eczema flare up?

We're going to go shopping for a Halloween costume tomorrow. I'm bringing my sister as protection against the grandmas that may be lurking on every corner.

I'll post pics of the costume soon!

1 comment:

  1. I like your new layout - it's so bright & cheery!
    I have no idea why people think it's okay to touch a stranger's child. Admire that mama from a distance! Can't wait to see her costume!

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