April 13th, 2008
So, a couple of weeks ago baseball season started. I turned on the television to see some of the exposition game being played at the Colosseum between the Dodgers and the Red Sox. I think it was the Sox. I don't remember. Anyway, Garrett was in his Exersaucer and I was straightening up the living room and staring at the TV.
"Garrett, that's mommy's sport", I said. "Those are the Dodgers playing." And then I started to cry pretty hard as I said, "We're going to go to a lot of Dodger games together." I cry too damn much. I cry about everything. I'm a wimpy idiot. I CRIED ABOUT TAKING GARRETT TO BASEBALL GAMES!!!!! Wimp. That's me.
'Twas a rough week. For about two months, Garrett has napped for two-hour stretches every morning about two hours after he wakes up. I get a whole lot done in those two hours: Laundry, cooking, cleaning, dishes, bill-paying, grocery shopping, call-returning, shower-taking, make-up applying, etc. Well, this last week G-Man decided to can the two-hour naps in favor of a half-hour nap, maybe two. It messed with me, man! I completely lost my ability to do ANYTHING except shower and maybe put on some mascara.
That means Russ and I had take-out all week, which really sucked because I had been cooking dinner every single night for two months. There's still no food in the house, and I have to get to the store. But I'm DETERMINED to get back on track starting tomorrow. Naps be damned, I'm cooking dinner and getting control of this house!!!
Garrett is talking a lot. He has a lot to say, my friends. Here's what it sounds like: "Da da da da da dadda dadda da dadda da". He says, "Da Da" when he's upset or happy or tired or wide awake. In his world, "Da da" is like "Smurf" or "Aloha" or "Shalom"... It means whatever you want it to mean. Damn, he's cute. Da da da.
Look at that! I blogged!!
"Garrett, that's mommy's sport", I said. "Those are the Dodgers playing." And then I started to cry pretty hard as I said, "We're going to go to a lot of Dodger games together." I cry too damn much. I cry about everything. I'm a wimpy idiot. I CRIED ABOUT TAKING GARRETT TO BASEBALL GAMES!!!!! Wimp. That's me.
'Twas a rough week. For about two months, Garrett has napped for two-hour stretches every morning about two hours after he wakes up. I get a whole lot done in those two hours: Laundry, cooking, cleaning, dishes, bill-paying, grocery shopping, call-returning, shower-taking, make-up applying, etc. Well, this last week G-Man decided to can the two-hour naps in favor of a half-hour nap, maybe two. It messed with me, man! I completely lost my ability to do ANYTHING except shower and maybe put on some mascara.
That means Russ and I had take-out all week, which really sucked because I had been cooking dinner every single night for two months. There's still no food in the house, and I have to get to the store. But I'm DETERMINED to get back on track starting tomorrow. Naps be damned, I'm cooking dinner and getting control of this house!!!
Garrett is talking a lot. He has a lot to say, my friends. Here's what it sounds like: "Da da da da da dadda dadda da dadda da". He says, "Da Da" when he's upset or happy or tired or wide awake. In his world, "Da da" is like "Smurf" or "Aloha" or "Shalom"... It means whatever you want it to mean. Damn, he's cute. Da da da.
Look at that! I blogged!!
posted by Lisa at 8:55 PM
2 Comments:
Wow, You made my day!! So funny...and true! Maybe the late night bogey man episode was the incentive for a "self preservation" mode to shorten the naps? (Of course, no one has bothered to warn you about the family trait of drive more - sleep less??) We love our baseball AND You! Love AL & US
The G-man BETTER dig baseball now, else there'll be MORE tears!
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