Man, am I ever tired. Not sleepy tired, but tired out from having to listen to squawky baby all day. I’m not sure what Liam’s deal is, but ugh, my patience is officially tried. He hasn’t napped for longer than 45 minutes today and that does not a happy baby make. Lucky me, Steve has hockey tonight, so no throwing the baby at him the minute he walks in the door and running for the hills – or the nearest bar.
His age is tough ’cause there’s only so much you can do with someone who just stares at the ceiling. But as of today, he can sit for short periods of time by himself before toppling over. So, soon I will be able to play with him face to face or sit him down with some toys. And the cats better beware ’cause he’s showing more and more interest in them. I can just see the cogs turning – his little brain trying to devise a way he can get a fistful of fur to pull on.
I went for a run last night and I don’t have a lot of energy today – strange ’cause usually exercise makes me feel much better. This lack of energy leaves me pretty unmotivated and I’m kinda dragging my ass. Okay, wait a minute, you know how I said I’m not sleepy tired? I take that back.