Shortie

To borrow from Mrs. Z, Can someone tell me who this child is that is living in my home? Boy oh boy has Judah been the moody little one -- happy normal self to insta-crank in a split second. Lack of sleep? Still not 100% better from last week's virus? Teething? New level of expressive sinful will? ALL of the above? :-P No worries. He's still cute as ever when he's not Grumpy Gus.

Note to Self: Choose proper reading material when going for a gestational diabetes blood test. You're hungry. You have to drink the sweetest "soda" ever. You have to sit for an hour with quite the interesting group of other patients. You're pregnant which means more emotional as well. It's a Thursday, your most emotional day. So what did I take to read? Mm hmm. Yeah. I took Let's Roll which I've been working on reading for a while. And I happened to get to the "Inside the Nightmare" chapters where Lisa describes all that happened the week of 9/11 from her perspective as well as a few other key players. Hey, I look at it as having had a great opportunity to learn to control my tears in public. Not one fell. But at least I would have had a good excuse had someone noticed I was all choked up -- who can hear personal accounts of 9/11 without being touched to the core since ALL of us were affected by it? Such a good book...

And can I say that I might just trade a top floor apartment for a bottom one JUST to avoid the cooking smell that usually rises from the depths of the Indian couple's kitchen below us? Today's menu must include fish. And the smell of their cooking usually permeates almost our whole apartment. Forget opening a window -- that just lets more in. .......I'm SOOOOO glad that I'm not one of the really sick preggies out there. I would never survive a pregnancy living above these people. They are very sweet and friendly, don't get me wrong. But me and these Indian food smells? Nuh-uh.

Nap time!