Duck?

Blayne broke my big toe tonight. I am sure it wasn't on purpose, he is just a baby... but I wanted to throw him threw the window. (in a very loveable, he can't get hurt, kinda way) He tendes to play with the metal lids to the pots and pans under the counter while Kevin and I are in the kitchen, tonight he threw a lid and it went straight to the big toe. No warnings, nothing. I yelled, Blayne got scared, I picked him up and promptly sat him in the middle of the dining room floor and said. STAY. I then proceeded to pace the floor (not rubbing it) and cursing enough that soon, Blayne wanted to repeat it. The little guy sat in that spot though, until i gained my composure and went to apologize for scaring him. He laughed, pointed at my toe and said... Ouch, duck.

Yeah- that's exactly what mommy was saying... duck.

Way too early

I arrived to work at 04:15. Couldn't sleep- Blayne is teething and Kevin pissed me off. I am sure I returned the favor, but damn- he is in bed snoozing while I am catching up on email in the hottest room invented.

I will be asleep at 7PM tonight- Mark my words.

I have been awake since 01:30.