Two biggies this weekend, DR and G went on a plane without me & DM, and DM rolled over from his belly to his back! What big boys I have. Finals are closer to being over. I've got to rework my answers on one, and finish a paper, and then we all will have survived my first quarter of school.
G's birthday is Wed. and we're going to celebrate a little. The Iowa clan cancelled their trip west, so it'll be much more low-key over thanksgiving than we thought. I look forward to feeling relief from being finished with school, but instead of making that closer to coming true I'm writing here.
Notes on crying. Does everyone's baby scream at an ear shattering billion decibels or just mine? I can barely stand to be in the house when DM cries. It puts me into flight mode. This isn't a good thing for offspring is it? To make their own mother want to flee while pulling the hair from her head in order to stop the torture of listening to the sound? I am going to attempt to make it stop again. wish me luck.
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