Blegh, waiting for the phone to ring, blegh.
In other news - meaning I'm totally hitting you up for advice - any thoughts on getting this kid to sleep in? This morning he was up at 5:20 am. While this is an improvement on yesterday's 5:12, it's still not enough to calm my cranks. He goes to bed between 6:30 and 7 pm, wakes up at the aforementioned ridiculousness, naps from 10:30 for 2-3 hours. We've tried the 15 minute inching thing that all the books talk about. Won't fly. Is it just an age thing? He'll sleep later as he gets older? Or do I just need to suck it up and go to bed at 9?
Not much else going on 'round these parts. The boy is a toddling FIEND which is awesome. We still haven't heard from the Early Intervention people. Apparently they have to mail the results, which seems like a waste of a (now more expensive) stamp. Can't they just call? Or better yet, when they called to say they would be mailing the results, COULDN'T THEY HAVE JUST TOLD ME THEN? Jeezub.
In other, other news:
I don't have pink eye. I think it was allergies.
I discovered the world's best chocolate chip cookie recipe and I'm happy to share.
I just spent $60 on a giant stuffed Winnie the Pooh and it was worth every overpriced penny.
We can't afford to buy an apartment. Probably should have thought about that before buying that bear.
I've decided that summer clothes suck. Too old for shorts, too hot for jeans, too active for dresses. Got any favorite shops? Point me in a direction, peeps.
I'm waiting for my awesome neighbors to show up. They're going to babysit the boy while I lie about my love of air fresheners for a focus group.
I'm also waiting for the phone to ring. Did I mention?