Yesterday was a tad stressful for me. I think we have cabin fever, and Lucy is pretty much not napping anymore, and gets bored. She spends 90% of her waking hours asking for yogurt, apple juice, teddy grahams, yogurt, bread, sammich, milk, apple juice... I swear, it doesn't stop. Much of this is coupled with running around in circles until she is dizzy/falling into things, and covering her face and yelling, "don't look at me Henry!" She has her subdued moments, but she is a very active, busy child, and even when she's focused on a cartoon or a puzzle, she never sits still. Never a dull moment, (almost) always entertaining to watch. I need to get her out more, but it's easy to make excuses with a baby to carry; Henry is getting heavy and shouldn't be in his carrier any more. His feet completely hang off the front, and I'm sure he is exceeding the weight limit. Unfortunately, he is too young to really sit up in a shopping cart (if I were to take them to the store, for example), and we still have to break down and buy Lucy's new booster seat so we can put Henry in the other carseat that she is using right now.
Anyway, yesterday I thought I was going to go crazy, and it didn't help that Ron is quite busy with grad school stuff, and stayed late to get some work done (so he wasn't home until 6:30 PM, which might seem like a normal time for most nine-to-fivers, but he leaves for work around 6:30 AM most days). On his way home, he picked up a box of wine, U2's new album No Line on the Horizon, and a dozen roses (flowers are not a typical thing around here). It was really nice of him. I totally support the need for him to stay at work to get things accomplished for his grad classes, because obviously at home there are just too many distractions. It makes for some long days for both of us. So thank you, honey!