Memento Mori

I have never longed to hibernate so much in my entire life.

Molly is on her play mat while I am playing Wee Sing Around the Campfire for her. Her mirror, thanks to a picture of Bella's play mat, is now attached correctly so she can actually use it.

I'm so, so tired. As in... I feel like a machine. We watched "Dark Frontier" last night (a Voyager double episode) which was, sadly, cut off at the climax. I need to ask Dan if he found the ending anywhere. I had to stop it anyway because Molly was going crazy and needed to be put to bed. Anyway, I enjoyed it. Seven of Nine is pretty much how I feel this morning. A mindless drone.

I could barely get myself out of bed this morning. Molly woke about 5.30 and just wouldn't go back to sleep, so I lay her beside me figuring that at least *I* could sleep a little more. Not so much luck with that. She fell asleep, though, and peed on the sheets. Thanks, child.

I was bummed that we didn't get to go hike yesterday. The laundry just took so long and then I was tired.

BLAH.

Molly is a sleepyhead today.

Well, Dan's experiment seemed to be pretty successful last night. Having her bed right beside me gave me no excuse for not putting her back in it, either. She did cry a long time at the outset and after one feeding/diaper change she cried until I fed her a little more and then she settled down.

We'll try it again tonight. I'm hoping she'll be up and awake more this afternoon so she won't be so abubble with energy when bedtime rolls around tonight, so this morning sleepiness is okay by me.

Dan made me a happy water container of joy. Okay, so it's just a quart jar with a straw-hole drilled in the lid, but it makes me happy for a variety of reasons.

1. It will be WAY easier to wash than a water bottle.
2. I only have to drink 3 a day and it will be easier to keep track than trying to think, "Did I drink my 8 and a half such-and-such size glasses today?"

I made gingerbread dough this morning and stuck it in the fridge. I'll bake the cookies at some point tomorrow so they will be fresher to take up to Yakima when we head out Friday.

I also packed up all the clothes I'm going to take with us for her. Seriously... a huge pile. I'm hoping if I overdo it, then she won't need that many. But I also don't want to be caught short by not bringing enough and then she has massive poop explosions every few hours.

First night of Molly in portable crib=about 90% successful. It still was around midnight before I was able to settle her down enough to sleep, but she then woke up exactly three hours later at 3.30 and then at 6.30. She cried being put down the first time, but after the 3.30 feeding I made sure she was totally asleep before lying her down and not a peep.

I'd really like to sleep more myself, but I'm hungry so I'm going to take advantage of her sleeping to get some food into me, get dressed, and go for a quick walk. If she keeps to her schedule she'll wake up again at 9.30.

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.

I'm planning to make soup for lunch.

Somehow, though, instead of making the soup, I'm sitting here on the couch typing a post because I feel like cosying up in the cushiness and just going to sleep, really. I think there is no such thing as too much sleep now.

GooGoo is wiggly.

Someday I'll write a post that has a point.

Yay, my Pooh sheets are in Albany as of this morning, so they may come today. Nice.

Slept pretty well last night, actually, which was a nice change of pace considering yesterday's utter lack of activity. I'm up at closer to my normal time, too, which is good.

Today I need to think of something to take to potluck tomorrow.

And something warm for breakfast that does not involve waffles. Not sure that can be done, though, because I think I may go the French toast route and waffles is the closest thing to regular bread in the house.