OK, so yet again it's been forever since I posted. I should make a routine out of posting. Like every Monday at one o'clock I should sit down and write a post. Unfortunately, I would never follow the schedule. Well, here I am again, voila! For those of you who care or even read my post, here we go...
What's new in my life?? I started school this past Monday. Taking two social work courses. They look like they are going to be a lot of work, but hey, what in life worth having isn't? (sorry for the cliche). On Sunday, before school started I had a marathon of watching The Tudors season two. I had to finish it before my time became more constrained. And even though I knew Anne Boleyn was going to die, I still cried like a baby. Poor woman.
Chris & I are still immersed in watching the rest of Twin Peaks (sorry Chris for "outing" you). Only four more episodes left! I want to draw it out for as long as possible, but I'm also voraciously wanting more.
The good thing about not having cable is that Chris & I will sit and watch an episode or a movie and that will be the extent of it. TV watching with a purpose. There is no tv on all day just for the sake of it, which is a habit I always tend to fall into. So I rather enjoy our little bubble. Wonder when we'll re-enter the cable world? For sure not until we re-enter North American society. It's too expensive here and none of the good HGTV shows are on (no Holmes on Homes or Relocation Relocation).
Am heading back to Calgary in a couple weeks here. Very bittersweet. But it will probably be better for Chris to be able to focus more fully during exam time on his studies. Besides I am dying for a milkshake.
The Flats (our apt building) are very fertile these days. With a new baby just arrived on the scene (baby Liam), and a pregnancy just announced. Please please let it not be something in the water :) I am loving the one baby I have very much, but don't think I could face another right now.
Well, that's all I've got for right now. Talk to you all again sooner than the last time :)
Wednesday, May 6, 2009
Wednesday, March 18, 2009
Hi again
OK, so it's been a long time. Sometimes I feel really inspired to write often and I have lots to say, and other times it can take me weeks to come up with anything interesting to put down. I'm not sure that I have anything interesting to say right now, but I feel obligated to post something, otherwise what's the point of having a blog if I only post once a month.
Last week my friend & neighbour Faith left for the mainland for three weeks and since then I've been kinda floundering. Paul & I are having a lot more "alone" time together. Not that it's bad. Maybe it's time we reconnected without the distraction of his girlfriend, Isla, around. So yesterday we went to Playgroup. Mom's & kids hangin out at the rickety play structure at the Grand Anse campus. But hey, the kids don't really know what they're missing (at least mine has never been to a giant North American play structure), and the mom's get to chat.
After a little bit in the swing we went over to Paul's daycare for sing-a-longs. Miss Beth comes on Tues & Thurs and plays the guitar and we sing kiddie songs. Good for me to learn too cause I don't know very many and just usually end up making songs up to sing to Paul (or usually I'll have the melody right but make up words).
I tried to picture a role reversal yesterday as if I was the one in med school and Chris was the stay at home parent (and there are men here who are). Up at 6am, Playgroup, sing-a-long, washing diapers, making home-made baby food...I couldn't picture it. I don't think Chris could either, so it's just as well things are the way they are.
The good thing about Chris knowing that he couldn't/wouldn't handle the stay-at-home parent thing well, is that he encourages me to get all the help I need to make my life easier. I can go out at night once P's in bed to movies or trivia & he'll stay at home studying or he's fine with me having a cleaning lady & P in daycare a few afternoons a week.
SHIT! I've done it again! I got distracted while making baby food and burnt it to the bottom of the pot. That's the second batch I've ruined this week, and if you think dates are cheap here, THEY'RE NOT! I had to throw out the last pot, I wonder if this one is salvagable? Booooooooo!
Last week my friend & neighbour Faith left for the mainland for three weeks and since then I've been kinda floundering. Paul & I are having a lot more "alone" time together. Not that it's bad. Maybe it's time we reconnected without the distraction of his girlfriend, Isla, around. So yesterday we went to Playgroup. Mom's & kids hangin out at the rickety play structure at the Grand Anse campus. But hey, the kids don't really know what they're missing (at least mine has never been to a giant North American play structure), and the mom's get to chat.
After a little bit in the swing we went over to Paul's daycare for sing-a-longs. Miss Beth comes on Tues & Thurs and plays the guitar and we sing kiddie songs. Good for me to learn too cause I don't know very many and just usually end up making songs up to sing to Paul (or usually I'll have the melody right but make up words).
I tried to picture a role reversal yesterday as if I was the one in med school and Chris was the stay at home parent (and there are men here who are). Up at 6am, Playgroup, sing-a-long, washing diapers, making home-made baby food...I couldn't picture it. I don't think Chris could either, so it's just as well things are the way they are.
The good thing about Chris knowing that he couldn't/wouldn't handle the stay-at-home parent thing well, is that he encourages me to get all the help I need to make my life easier. I can go out at night once P's in bed to movies or trivia & he'll stay at home studying or he's fine with me having a cleaning lady & P in daycare a few afternoons a week.
SHIT! I've done it again! I got distracted while making baby food and burnt it to the bottom of the pot. That's the second batch I've ruined this week, and if you think dates are cheap here, THEY'RE NOT! I had to throw out the last pot, I wonder if this one is salvagable? Booooooooo!
Monday, March 2, 2009
Crazy Day
Today I've been running around like a chicken with it's head cut off. I had to pick up my cleaning lady at 8am (I know, poor me), I dropped Chris off at school, had coffee with my mom, drove her to yoga, got gas, came home for Paul to have a 40 min. nap, dropped my cleaning lady off, came back and picked up Paul, went and picked up my mom from yoga, stopped at Mount Cinnamon so she could check lost and found, dropped her off at her hotel, went grocery shopping at IGA, dropped Paul off at daycare, went back to the mall to pay bills but the line-up was too long so I got a mocha chiller instead :), came home and washed Stan, took Stan to the vet, picked up Paul, and now we are HOME! I am contemplating going for a walk with Faith, but I'm somewhat pooped. We'll see what happens.
Two of the above events are worth special mention:
1. The cleaning lady came to my house and worked for about 1.2 hrs for 70EC. I am somewhat uncomfortable about that. Our cleaning lady back home would work for about 5 hrs. Now I know that my cleaning lady said to me "when I clean, I go fast and work hard." but I'm sorry, I feel a little bit gyped. Maybe "the obvious" isn't so obvious to everyone. I'm too nice. Next time I need a list. Something like "sweep porch, wash out fridge, scrub giant tile shower." Do you think that I should have like a minimum amount of time that she has to be here? The last time I did that with a cleaning lady, I came home and she was watching tv. Maybe cause I live in this house I can see no end of things that need to be cleaned. "Wash gunk of stove top, wipe off green splatters from kitchen cabinets that is left from the last renters, wash all the dead mosquitoes off the walls (that's a really good one!)." I'll have to practice being assertive in the mirror before she comes back.
2. There is a very difficult woman who mans the front dest at the vet clinic. My dog has no end of ailments at any given time, one of which is that he has a very sensitive stomach. In order to be allowed to purchase the high quality vet food (which is better for my dog and less expensive than the crap food at IGA), you have to have a perscription. Every time I go into the clinic to pick up more food for Stan, the woman behind the desk has to make sure that the vet said I could have it (even though it's already in the computer). She's doling out the precious dog food with an iron fist. Even though I saw the vet three weeks ago, last week when I went to pick up more food, the front desk lady wouldn't let me because Stan's check-up wasn't recent enough or some horse-shit. I had to make ANOTHER appt. for today, and while I was sitting in the waiting room my vet came by and said "what's Stan doing here?" and I said "I guess we have to see you to get more dog food." She rolled her eyes and allowed me to bypass the whole appt. and just gave us more food. My friend Faith, almost had to have an argument with the woman to be allowed to have a 20lb bag instead of a 10lb bag which would barely last a week. This is the ridiculousness about being able to buy dog food on this island. I hope Stan & Lena appreciate the effort we go through to ensure them a well-rounded, nutricious diet :)
Two of the above events are worth special mention:
1. The cleaning lady came to my house and worked for about 1.2 hrs for 70EC. I am somewhat uncomfortable about that. Our cleaning lady back home would work for about 5 hrs. Now I know that my cleaning lady said to me "when I clean, I go fast and work hard." but I'm sorry, I feel a little bit gyped. Maybe "the obvious" isn't so obvious to everyone. I'm too nice. Next time I need a list. Something like "sweep porch, wash out fridge, scrub giant tile shower." Do you think that I should have like a minimum amount of time that she has to be here? The last time I did that with a cleaning lady, I came home and she was watching tv. Maybe cause I live in this house I can see no end of things that need to be cleaned. "Wash gunk of stove top, wipe off green splatters from kitchen cabinets that is left from the last renters, wash all the dead mosquitoes off the walls (that's a really good one!)." I'll have to practice being assertive in the mirror before she comes back.
2. There is a very difficult woman who mans the front dest at the vet clinic. My dog has no end of ailments at any given time, one of which is that he has a very sensitive stomach. In order to be allowed to purchase the high quality vet food (which is better for my dog and less expensive than the crap food at IGA), you have to have a perscription. Every time I go into the clinic to pick up more food for Stan, the woman behind the desk has to make sure that the vet said I could have it (even though it's already in the computer). She's doling out the precious dog food with an iron fist. Even though I saw the vet three weeks ago, last week when I went to pick up more food, the front desk lady wouldn't let me because Stan's check-up wasn't recent enough or some horse-shit. I had to make ANOTHER appt. for today, and while I was sitting in the waiting room my vet came by and said "what's Stan doing here?" and I said "I guess we have to see you to get more dog food." She rolled her eyes and allowed me to bypass the whole appt. and just gave us more food. My friend Faith, almost had to have an argument with the woman to be allowed to have a 20lb bag instead of a 10lb bag which would barely last a week. This is the ridiculousness about being able to buy dog food on this island. I hope Stan & Lena appreciate the effort we go through to ensure them a well-rounded, nutricious diet :)
Wednesday, February 18, 2009
Complaining
OK, I know I'm not supposed to do this because I am living the good life on a Caribbean island and all that, but I have to get a few things off my chest this week.
For starters, the septic field for our apartment building was dug up three weeks ago and we still have a giant hole in our backyard. Every week more trucks come and dump a load of rubble on the grass, and I'm guessing that this rubble is eventually meant to fill in the hole. When the event of actually putting the rubble in the hole might take place is anyone's guess. In the meantime, Stan is constantly rooting through the rubble for garbage (plastic, drywall, what-have-you) to eat and/or play with.
The hole is also filled with rain water and has become a breeding ground for mosquitoes. We are being tormented both outside and in our apartment by the little buggers. The laundry room is right next to the abyss, so the mosquitoes have taken up residence in our washing machines. Every morning the person who is unfortunate enough to have to use the machines first is pelted by a barrage of mosquitoes flying up into their face. Yesterday, my neighbour Faith, waged war in the laundry room and unloaded a full can of Lysol into the washing machines and in the various other crevices where the mosquitoes were hiding.
My own personal technique is to throw some clothes at the washing machine and run out of the room to allow the mosquitoes to dissipate and then return over and over until all the clothes are in the machine and all the mosquitoes are out of it. However, sometimes I open the washer after a cycle has run and some mosquitoes STILL fly out of it.
I would also like to complain about the water pressure. Sometimes the pressure is so low that I turn on the tap and no water at all comes out. I have to wait several minutes before a tiny trickle begins. I know it's a given to have low pressure in the dry season, but in defence of my impatience it has been raining quite a bit lately.
OK, I'll admit I don't have much else to bitch about. I was feeling a little down about the drudgery of housework yesterday. But today I am prepared to drop Paul off at daycare and come back and face my housewifely duties. Or maybe I'll just go to the beach...
For starters, the septic field for our apartment building was dug up three weeks ago and we still have a giant hole in our backyard. Every week more trucks come and dump a load of rubble on the grass, and I'm guessing that this rubble is eventually meant to fill in the hole. When the event of actually putting the rubble in the hole might take place is anyone's guess. In the meantime, Stan is constantly rooting through the rubble for garbage (plastic, drywall, what-have-you) to eat and/or play with.
The hole is also filled with rain water and has become a breeding ground for mosquitoes. We are being tormented both outside and in our apartment by the little buggers. The laundry room is right next to the abyss, so the mosquitoes have taken up residence in our washing machines. Every morning the person who is unfortunate enough to have to use the machines first is pelted by a barrage of mosquitoes flying up into their face. Yesterday, my neighbour Faith, waged war in the laundry room and unloaded a full can of Lysol into the washing machines and in the various other crevices where the mosquitoes were hiding.
My own personal technique is to throw some clothes at the washing machine and run out of the room to allow the mosquitoes to dissipate and then return over and over until all the clothes are in the machine and all the mosquitoes are out of it. However, sometimes I open the washer after a cycle has run and some mosquitoes STILL fly out of it.
I would also like to complain about the water pressure. Sometimes the pressure is so low that I turn on the tap and no water at all comes out. I have to wait several minutes before a tiny trickle begins. I know it's a given to have low pressure in the dry season, but in defence of my impatience it has been raining quite a bit lately.
OK, I'll admit I don't have much else to bitch about. I was feeling a little down about the drudgery of housework yesterday. But today I am prepared to drop Paul off at daycare and come back and face my housewifely duties. Or maybe I'll just go to the beach...
Monday, February 9, 2009
Monday night
Well, another week has just begun. This is what I have been up to over the last week...
I watched season 1 of the Tudors, and have become seriously obsessed with Henry VIII and his court.
I have watched the first three episodes of Twin Peaks with Chris. We are currently trying to catch up so we can watch season two with our friends Jeff & Faith.
I have watched three episodes of The Extras, which is one of the funniest series' known to man, and I highly recommend.
Chris & I went to see Taken in the movie theatre, and it was awesome. I think everyone secretly either wants to be a government operative (men) or wants their dad to be a government operatvie (women) after seeing this kickass movie. Between us we ordered two popcorns, one large coke, one skittles and two hotdogs and I think it cost about $8USD. In your face stupid North American movie domes where the same order would cost like $50 bucks, never mind the actual cost to see the movie!
I am very excited that Twilight has finally made it to our little theatre and we are hoping to go view it sometime this week.
Needless to say we have been spending a lot of time in front of the tv or the big screen, and we don't even have cable. Who needs cable anymore anyway?! You can just download entire series' or movies in one go and be done with it.
Chris has also been downloading entire discographies of late. And I was not very impressed when we had to listen to an hour of Metallica the other night as I was trying to get to sleep cause Chris was so stoked at having their two hundred plus song repetoire. "Just listen to this kickass guitar solo!" are not the words I want to hear while trying to get some shuteye.
But all my days are not spent in front of the tv. I have also been tending to my domestic duties (please refer to my facebook status about making delicious rotis tonight). Baby Paul continues to eat all the wonderful foods that I make for him (poor boy has a fever tonight :( ). Faith & I find time to drink coffee on the porch while watching the laundry dry. And while I've been meaning to go to the gym on the days I put Paul in daycare, so far I've mostly been going to the beach or having lunch with friends, or both :) I must persevere in my goal to get fit and stop this lollygagging around. I'll start first thing on Wed. afternoon, after coffee and lunch and generally an all around lazy morning.
I'm off to bed to finish my book, play on facebook, and hang with hubby. Goodnight all :)
I watched season 1 of the Tudors, and have become seriously obsessed with Henry VIII and his court.
I have watched the first three episodes of Twin Peaks with Chris. We are currently trying to catch up so we can watch season two with our friends Jeff & Faith.
I have watched three episodes of The Extras, which is one of the funniest series' known to man, and I highly recommend.
Chris & I went to see Taken in the movie theatre, and it was awesome. I think everyone secretly either wants to be a government operative (men) or wants their dad to be a government operatvie (women) after seeing this kickass movie. Between us we ordered two popcorns, one large coke, one skittles and two hotdogs and I think it cost about $8USD. In your face stupid North American movie domes where the same order would cost like $50 bucks, never mind the actual cost to see the movie!
I am very excited that Twilight has finally made it to our little theatre and we are hoping to go view it sometime this week.
Needless to say we have been spending a lot of time in front of the tv or the big screen, and we don't even have cable. Who needs cable anymore anyway?! You can just download entire series' or movies in one go and be done with it.
Chris has also been downloading entire discographies of late. And I was not very impressed when we had to listen to an hour of Metallica the other night as I was trying to get to sleep cause Chris was so stoked at having their two hundred plus song repetoire. "Just listen to this kickass guitar solo!" are not the words I want to hear while trying to get some shuteye.
But all my days are not spent in front of the tv. I have also been tending to my domestic duties (please refer to my facebook status about making delicious rotis tonight). Baby Paul continues to eat all the wonderful foods that I make for him (poor boy has a fever tonight :( ). Faith & I find time to drink coffee on the porch while watching the laundry dry. And while I've been meaning to go to the gym on the days I put Paul in daycare, so far I've mostly been going to the beach or having lunch with friends, or both :) I must persevere in my goal to get fit and stop this lollygagging around. I'll start first thing on Wed. afternoon, after coffee and lunch and generally an all around lazy morning.
I'm off to bed to finish my book, play on facebook, and hang with hubby. Goodnight all :)
Friday, January 30, 2009
For Trevor
Well, my sister informed me that my brother-in-law felt that I was long overdue to post. So here it is...
It is the dry season here in Grenada. Usually January is blessed with wonderful trade winds (or the Christmas winds as local call them) and sunny weather. Unfortunately today is a downpour, and it does not look like it's going to clear up for me to go to the beach this afternoon. I'm pretty disappointed because Chris is writing a midterm today and was going to be free to join us at the beach after he finished. Oh well! On to plan B, which involves dropping the baby off at daycare and going to the gym for a workout.
I was all set to join the fancy gym right across from the daycare, so that I could drop Paul off and have my workout all within a hop-skip-and-a-jump, but the school gym has a bunch of new fancy equipment this semester so Chris is like "just use the school gym for free," and so I am. Anything to save a buck, right?!
We also have opted to try going cable free for a while, as we don't watch much tv anyway, and that's yet another bill we don't have to worry about. Wow, we're getting frugal in our old age! One indulgence that I'm not willing to cut out is my cleaning lady. I'll go down to just twice a month if I have to, but I am not one for moping floors and scrubbing the giant tile shower. I try to do my best at domesticity down here (and I'm sure Chris would agree I'm doing a pretty good jop), but there are just somethings that I will never get to. Hence a cleaning lady!
This last week has been dedicated to making Paul's baby food. I have a handy-dandy Baby Blender Foods cookbook, and have been steaming and blending and straining away! All without a dishwasher mind you, so it is quite a pain in the ass. One creates a huge amount of dishes when making baby food. Especially when I have screw ups like the grean beans that I had to steam, then blend, then put into trays, then realize they were too stringy still, so then I had to strain, and then put back into trays. Or the sweet potatoes (which I'm not really sure are sweet potatoes cause they look nothing like our version back home, and smell different, and taste different, so really they're a mystery vegetable), which I burnt to the bottom of the pan while cooking them. Anyway, he loves the apples and bananas that he has been introduced to this week, so hopefully all my hard work pays off. It would really suck if I had one of those babies who decided he didn't like food after all this work.
I read some website that said some people are bypassing grain cereals and purees altogether and going straight for soft cooked tiny bits of food on baby's plate. This is called Baby Led Weaning, and it allows the baby to make his own choices about what to put in his mouth and when to stop. So I started thinking "hey, maybe I don't want to be force feeding my kid (although his mouth is WIDE OPEN), and maybe I'll let him take the lead." This is so I can allow my boy to make his OWN choices and exert some control and blah blah blah. So I mashed up some banana and put it on his tray and said "OK Paul, you are in control. Why don't you try some banana?" And Paul prompty smashed his hand into the banana causing it to spray everywhere, and ran his hands all through his hair, and I think he even stuck some in his eye. He is not aware that this is FOOD and is meant to go in his MOUTH. I'm pretty sure he has no idea what's going on whatsoever. So I decided to ignore this hippy nonsense and go back to making my purees and forcing them into his mouth (although, again, his mouth is WIDE OPEN).
Well, that's all I got for this rainy morning. Off to make some coffee (French Press with french vanilla creamer. YUM!). Later yo!
It is the dry season here in Grenada. Usually January is blessed with wonderful trade winds (or the Christmas winds as local call them) and sunny weather. Unfortunately today is a downpour, and it does not look like it's going to clear up for me to go to the beach this afternoon. I'm pretty disappointed because Chris is writing a midterm today and was going to be free to join us at the beach after he finished. Oh well! On to plan B, which involves dropping the baby off at daycare and going to the gym for a workout.
I was all set to join the fancy gym right across from the daycare, so that I could drop Paul off and have my workout all within a hop-skip-and-a-jump, but the school gym has a bunch of new fancy equipment this semester so Chris is like "just use the school gym for free," and so I am. Anything to save a buck, right?!
We also have opted to try going cable free for a while, as we don't watch much tv anyway, and that's yet another bill we don't have to worry about. Wow, we're getting frugal in our old age! One indulgence that I'm not willing to cut out is my cleaning lady. I'll go down to just twice a month if I have to, but I am not one for moping floors and scrubbing the giant tile shower. I try to do my best at domesticity down here (and I'm sure Chris would agree I'm doing a pretty good jop), but there are just somethings that I will never get to. Hence a cleaning lady!
This last week has been dedicated to making Paul's baby food. I have a handy-dandy Baby Blender Foods cookbook, and have been steaming and blending and straining away! All without a dishwasher mind you, so it is quite a pain in the ass. One creates a huge amount of dishes when making baby food. Especially when I have screw ups like the grean beans that I had to steam, then blend, then put into trays, then realize they were too stringy still, so then I had to strain, and then put back into trays. Or the sweet potatoes (which I'm not really sure are sweet potatoes cause they look nothing like our version back home, and smell different, and taste different, so really they're a mystery vegetable), which I burnt to the bottom of the pan while cooking them. Anyway, he loves the apples and bananas that he has been introduced to this week, so hopefully all my hard work pays off. It would really suck if I had one of those babies who decided he didn't like food after all this work.
I read some website that said some people are bypassing grain cereals and purees altogether and going straight for soft cooked tiny bits of food on baby's plate. This is called Baby Led Weaning, and it allows the baby to make his own choices about what to put in his mouth and when to stop. So I started thinking "hey, maybe I don't want to be force feeding my kid (although his mouth is WIDE OPEN), and maybe I'll let him take the lead." This is so I can allow my boy to make his OWN choices and exert some control and blah blah blah. So I mashed up some banana and put it on his tray and said "OK Paul, you are in control. Why don't you try some banana?" And Paul prompty smashed his hand into the banana causing it to spray everywhere, and ran his hands all through his hair, and I think he even stuck some in his eye. He is not aware that this is FOOD and is meant to go in his MOUTH. I'm pretty sure he has no idea what's going on whatsoever. So I decided to ignore this hippy nonsense and go back to making my purees and forcing them into his mouth (although, again, his mouth is WIDE OPEN).
Well, that's all I got for this rainy morning. Off to make some coffee (French Press with french vanilla creamer. YUM!). Later yo!
Friday, January 9, 2009
Distraction
I'm just sitting here in my bedroom listening to my baby cry across the hall, so I'm writing a post as a distraction. I've nursed him, changed him, rocked him, sang to him, and when he's this tired there's sometimes nothing I can do but leave him be. Some people may disagree with this strategy, but to each their own. Believe me it's not easy letting a baby cry. I'm giving him 10 more minutes before I go in and try again. Sometimes I feel like motherhood is a minefield, and we each have to gingerly navigate it as best as we can.
So, what's new in my life? I'm back in Grenada. Chris, Paul & I arrived late Wednesday night. We've been busily setting up our new apartment: shopping, unpacking, hanging with the neighbours.
Stanley was happy to see us, but as usual he's developed bad habits in our absence. That's to be expected. He can manipulate the most well intentioned of dog sitters. We gave him a bath yesterday after finding over a dozen ticks on him. Welcome to the dry season! Man, the ticks get bad here at this time of year. The good thing about this new apt. is that we can close the front gate and let the dogs run wild on the property. They have a heck of a time! Gotta be careful it doesn't make me lazy and let me off the hook for taking Stan for walks.
Well, we gave up on the "crying it out." Chris just went in to try to comfort Paul. Sometimes I feel so helpless.
Had my social work course start on Monday. Have barely had a chance to look over the material yet. I think I'm supposed to post something about what the symbol of justice means to me. Don't really know where to begin on that one. To be honest I don't even know what are balancing on the scales. I'll have to wikipedia that one.
It is now 11:11pm, and I think I would like to go to sleep (provided my baby lets me do so). Talk to you all another day. Bye!
So, what's new in my life? I'm back in Grenada. Chris, Paul & I arrived late Wednesday night. We've been busily setting up our new apartment: shopping, unpacking, hanging with the neighbours.
Stanley was happy to see us, but as usual he's developed bad habits in our absence. That's to be expected. He can manipulate the most well intentioned of dog sitters. We gave him a bath yesterday after finding over a dozen ticks on him. Welcome to the dry season! Man, the ticks get bad here at this time of year. The good thing about this new apt. is that we can close the front gate and let the dogs run wild on the property. They have a heck of a time! Gotta be careful it doesn't make me lazy and let me off the hook for taking Stan for walks.
Well, we gave up on the "crying it out." Chris just went in to try to comfort Paul. Sometimes I feel so helpless.
Had my social work course start on Monday. Have barely had a chance to look over the material yet. I think I'm supposed to post something about what the symbol of justice means to me. Don't really know where to begin on that one. To be honest I don't even know what are balancing on the scales. I'll have to wikipedia that one.
It is now 11:11pm, and I think I would like to go to sleep (provided my baby lets me do so). Talk to you all another day. Bye!
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