my doppleganger

I was having a tough evening, and I think D was, too. We haven't been sleeping well, and D has this last bit of a cold that won't go away, and he may be growing an extra foot or so. Maybe just some teeth. Who knows? But we have both been tired and fussy. We were chilling, and by chilling I mean I was sitting and eating my last few bites of dinner while he ran around grabbing random things off the bookshelves. Like pinecones. And Jim's banjo. He sat in front of me at one point and started pointing to a DVD on the floor (which he had put there) and then pointed to me. And again and again. Like he thought the girl on the cover was me! Which is cute because I look nothing like Mandy Moore. Made my day.

press pause now

Um, so part two of my wonderful vacation in Texas write up IS coming. Soon. It's just...um...well kind of disgusting, really. I looked down one morning and there was this GROWTH on my chest who kept puking on me and whining so sadly and wouldn't let go. It looked like my baby boy, but really who can tell when you've slept less than two hours in a row for days? zzzzzzzzWhat? ahem Anyhow...Diego has been sick since the night before we flew out of Texas (we think it's partly because of all the partying he and Kaiya did, and partly because he misses her and all the friends he made, or he got Cooties) and he's been sick ever since. My poor little guy is completely out of whack. And seriously, won't let me go. Ever. Is taking over my lap as I type. And now I have to go. Typing with one hand is hard. And Mommy is tired.