
couch Oh where to start...I never know but I manage. Terry just came and got Grace so Sandy can cut her hair...I hope she doesn't come back a shorn sheep. Jonathan surprisingly enough is still asleep...and has been since about 10:30 last night. I don't know what his deal is anymore, he doesn't go down at his bedtime anymore, I rock him and try to soothe him and he won't do it. Last night I layed with him in bed and had Mark come lay on the other side thinking maybe the body heat and whatnot would put him to sleep. Eventually it did, no thanks to Mr. Sawlogs...heh. But not before Jonathan explored my face for 20 minutes with his hand. I'm so proud of my baby. He's trying to crawl now but he's already moving where he wants to go, he just rolls. We got him a cup, with two handles and grippers which he has the mechanics down, he can hold it and bring it to his mouth, but he can't quite figure out how to get the juice without a nipple. He's such a doll, sometimes. His teething is turning him into a little monster. Well, due to a strange turn of events I am finally going to get the rest of this house cleaned like I wanted. Mark's coworker Rich and ex girlfriends dad is getting rid of a couch, and Mark asked if we could have it so we're getting it. And we have to rearrange everything and get rid of that old pink chair and toss those end tables and clean that corner out techinically again hopefully for good. Now all that's left is the kids room. All right I've attemtped this entry long enough. buh bye -Petra written on 2003-03-21 at 10:53 a.m. by sweetsolace. |
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