Lots of stuff to cover so let's get straight to a cute photo from this weekend, followed by my fascinating blather, followed by a scintillating vid...
First off my mom has a new book out. Her 30-something-th historical novel came out today -- today! -- from Harper Collins. That deserves a link right? Oh yeah.
OK so my weight loss? Um what? Oh yeah, that. Well, I've flatlined. No losing or gaining due to less exercise and eyes offa da prize. So, new plan: saw off right leg, donate to charity. If you have any better ideas, I'm game! Seriously, I need more of a push. Or a shove. Maybe a jaw wiring too. But seriously, also need ideas on how to exercise with mega amount of sit-on-tucas web work and my man in the UK at the moment seeing his family. Because although Hugo sleeps 12 hours at a clip (brag!) I know if I leave Hugo to go for a jog in the basement gym, I'll certainly end up the subject of one of my own dumb criminal stories.
Oh right, and Hugo is the world's best sleeper (brag squared!), so of course this weekend with grandma visiting he had two days of being difficult about nap time, bedtime and because three's a charm he woke up at 4:30AM. He fell asleep each time but only after revisiting the fun of sleep training (month five) -- letting him cry it out for five whole minutes and then returning to put on my best serious face and verbally remind him I was a hardass (not in so many words) who wouldn't return (of course I would but he doesn't know that). And even at 4:30AM he went back to bed (thank Thor), but it leaves one bracing for the next time and wondering if maybe we got lucky but maybe our "lucky" has just run out.
Ya, he's teething (four fangs at once), there was much company (hey kid, how about you sleep & we'll throw another shrimp on the barbie?) and the sun seems to be up 20 hours a day. But he's also experiencing his first separation anxiety (so on target according to the books that I almost wonder if he's reading the books) and that's just the icing on the baby is a simpering mess cake. My 100% perfect baby now has emotions and a pesky thing called will. Ah well.
Here's Hugo on the weekend. A baby at the lake beach (named Aiden, which seems to be the boy equivalent of Ava in popularity) saw how much Hugo lusted after his ball (it had pics of pooches all over it, and also, it was a ball fer Moses sake) and came over to share it.
