A really big rat.
A rat that can use a knife. Well, only sort of use a knife until he falls back to biting things. If you're waiting for me to call this 40 pound rat a rodent of unusual size, you'll be waiting a long time. Don't worry, I didn't cut up and serve this caramel to people (although I thought about it.)
In other news, since El Guille had his very first ear infection last week, it only stands to reason that baby had his very first ear infection this weekend. I was up all night for three nights in a row. It was pretty awesome, don't be jealous.
Oh, the wittle fingurs.
I'm not sure how you'll lick this thing, but we'll think of something.
This picture kind of sums up Proximo to me. Even though he was upset, crying, back-archingly sick this weekend, there were brief glimpses like this, where he tried to smile at me and be his normal happy self. Gosh I love that kid. Also, he doesn't pick up caramel-that-used-to-be-marshmallow slabs behind my back and help himself.
I shook myself out of a haze and took a look around my house yesterday.
I was shocked, yet remarkably un-appalled, to find that my house is a sty (yes, Sarah, a sty.) I surveyed the clothes on the floor, the blanket piles, the random boxes and piles of correspondence. I noted the floor covered in what I think are crumbs. The coats and bags thrown on the floor near the door. This kind of thing used to make me feel at the very least guilty, and at the most spur me to action to tidy up our domicile. I observed a curious lack of guilt and a confirmed lack of action.
I was trying to remember back when my house was cleaner, and I'm surprised to conjure up memories of cleanings constantly when I was pregnant with Proximo. I asked Other Half, "Hey, wasn't it cleaner around here?" He laughed and shook his head no.
"But I remember it not being this bad." He laughed and shook his head no.
"It can't have been this bad for the past 9 months," I thought to myself.
Maybe it has. I finally feel like the fog is lifting and I'm able to see my environment. What a time to come back to life! It's winter, when I naturally hibernate, so it's beyond difficult to motivate myself to keep up with the de-junking. I need to come up with a plan to get this place back into shape, or at the very least keep the floors relatively cheerio free. I bet if I think really hard I'll be able to get this place together without sacrificing Guitar Hero time.
Doesn't it seem like we should all be snoozing during this time of year? Don't you just want to curl up with a book, or a blog, and expend minimal energy? It has to be unnatural to demand that we act just as spry and nimble as we are during June.
Can you wake me when it's June?
Monday, January 07, 2008
A really big rat.