From Twitter 12-08-2009

• 13:41:31: Grandma just brought Molly a cute travel crib.
  
• 13:42:51: @Aspen_Tree Teh internetz sez the tiem will come.
  
• 19:28:27: is glad for good friends and all the nice droppings in of said friends today. You know who you are.
  
• 19:35:13: needs to not laugh, but I can't help it. Stitches hate me now though. http://cakewrecks.blogspot.com/2009/12/yuletide-is-coming-in.html
  
• 20:02:33: is listening to Molly snore on Daddy's lap while he works.
  

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Two years ago today Dan asked me to marry him. :-)

Had a fairly good night and did actually sleep a bit. I'm so tired and don't really realise it until sleepiness hits me like a tidal wave, literally. I feel as if I'm actually being draped in something warm... and then Molly squeaks or something and wakes me back up. She did much better just being in bed with us all night though, and until about 3 am didn't need much attention. After that though she wanted to be fed, and kept falling asleep in mid-gulp, so the process of getting her fed was a very, very long and drawn-out affair (it was almost six by the time she was finally satisfied and went to sleep). I'm going to try again here shortly with her partially disrobed.

Spot is curled up looking dejected at the foot of the bed. Poor Spot. Molly is adorable in her little bundly suit that Dan put her in yesterday. SOOOOOOO much easier to get her in and out of than a sleeper for the 1,002,036 diaper changes she requires each day. She's wiggled one of her hands partially out of it and I see tiny fingers peeking.

18 degrees out. Brr. But better than the 6 it is in Yakima.

Oh. And this morning I declined when Dan offered to take a picture of this HUGE blood clot I passed. GAAAAAAAG. He was joking... I hope.

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It has been a relatively quiet day. Molly has slept a lot and been asking for nom tiem more often... in a loud way. So not completely quiet...

She is toasting happily by the heater now. She got her first bath today after barfing up some of her latest feeding. She was being a little piggy *and* had hiccups, which I think were at least partly responsible for her spitting it up. Meantime, I've also been a little piggy and have been stuffing my face every few hours. Sad thing is I'm not being much less of a slob than my child is. I was dropping my fork in my gravy and in the process of licking it off got gravy all over my hands. Go me.

It's almost seven. Can it be bedtime now?

I need an It a Gril icon, too. Going to remedy this.