I need an infusion of energy or something. I’ve been dragging around completely exhausted for over a week. It’s so bad that sometimes I’m falling asleep at inopportune moments. Additionally, poor Hubby is dealing with some SERIOUS mood swings.
I’m hoping that it’s just a combination of the diet and a bad case of PMS.
On the diet front, according to the scale I only lost half a pound. But given the time of the month and the fact that last night’s dinner was my salt, sugar, and fat laden calorie fest for the week…I think that’s okay. I mean, there’s probably a pound of just chocolate cake and icecream in there. Digestion has yet to be completed yet.
The in-laws are visiting. Sasha is picking up a *lovely* habit of squealing like a stuck pig when he wants something, rather than asking for it. His 2 year old cousin does that since he doesn’t speak yet. Sasha, on the other hand, has been doing some teaching of his own…on biting. It’s funny to see the two of them together. They’re like night and day.
Firstly, despite being 1 year apart, they are the same height. Only Sasha looks …rotund in comparison (although he’s by no means overweight. He’s just built different. Like his head? Big giant Irish bowling ball on his shoulders…Like his Mommy has on hers). His cousin is just a petite little guy. Then there are their personalities—part of which could be because of their different ages. Sasha has no fear. His cousin is a shy and timid little guy. Sasha talks non-stop. It doesn’t matter that almost no one understands his particular version of toddlerese. He’s undeterred. His cousin, on the other hand, is very quiet (that is, till he wants something). And then there’s Sasha’s cautious waddling around. But his cousin running, swimming, jumping…like he was born doing it.
I don’t think there’s anything wrong with any of the differences…Just to see how different two kids who are related and so close in age are is fascinating to me.
As for Sasha's latest? A few of those molars are finally poking thru. Thank God!