So Itso found out about the blog. Hi Itso! I had pulled it up over the weekend, he was next to use the computer, was navigating back to something, saw the name, and thought "what's this?"
I've seen this pattern happen in other people's blogs. They write about an issue, and then the very next day the issue reaches some resolution. So I am hereby summoning the karma of the Internets. My issues:
- Da Shmoo wakes up at least twice a night.
- Sometimes he doesn't go back to sleep after a 4:30 a.m. waking. That's right. That means he's sometimes up for the day at 4:30 a.m. And wants to be entertained. And also?
- There's bumpy stuff on my thighs.
On another note, we had a lovely weekend! I took Monday off; Shmoo's daycare was closed and Itso's work was optional. You know, I'm thinking "Itso" just doesn't roll off the tongue like it should. I think I'll start calling him "Handsome Ponytail Ranger" the way Iowadrift refers to her man as "The Tall Doctor" (TTD). OK, so HPR and da Shmoo and I all had a relaxing Monday together. Our only outing was to the white trash zoo and then to Famous Dave's (HPR wanted me to call it White Trash Restaurant, but I refuse. I'm loyal to it from my Minneapolis days. Interesting aside: whereas the Minneapolis Dave's is made up to look like a Chicago alley, the South Philly one is decorated to look like a hunting/fishing lodge "up north.") We had considered going to the New Jersey aquarium, but the nap of da Shmoo ran long and, well, $17 per ticket plus $7 parking plus $3 toll to get back into PA. . . . We will go sometime, but honestly Shmooie probably had as good a time looking at the fish, puppies, birds, and rodents at the pet store.
While I'm on the subject, remind me to post our "white trash parenting" photo series from a year ago. It's 9:45 now and my bed is calling . . .