Simon and I are both wearing our crankypants today. Simon because he’s been prodded and messed with all afternoon, me because I’ve spent all day in happyfun smiley nurturing mode (y’all know how I mean), and all I really want is to just be left the fuck alone for 5 minutes. I think this blogging counts towards those 5 minutes (Simon is conked out upstairs for the moment) so I should probably quit my bitching and get on with it.
So anyway. We had a pretty mellow weekend. Sarah came over and watched Simon while I went to a happy hour with Jeff and his co-workers on Friday night. It’s always so nice to get out for an hour or two, even if it’s just to drink Diet Coke and eat pub popcorn shrimp. Sarah actually came early enough that I could sneak upstairs and sew for a bit, which was nice. Who would have thought it’s easier to be productive when one isn’t constantly being interrupted to play baby fetch or applaud another round of shape-sorting?
Saturday was pretty low-key. We had the Olympics on in the background all day, of course, and Jeff had a work brunch at an amazing cafe up in Cuyahoga Falls (spoiler: I’m about to make him take me there next weekend :-D), then we ran a couple errands. Since Simon is all about being my sous chef lately, I decided he needed an apron to match his new role. So I got some medium-weight denim and this pattern at JoAnn: 
(The one on the far right for him; I may make the second from left for myself sometime) It’s got an adjustable neck (where the neck and waist straps are one long piece of fabric threaded through channels on the sides of the chest) so should grow with him for a few years.
Yesterday we got some surprise! snow, about 5-6″ worth, so we stayed in all day. Our Elantra just does NOT handle snow well (apparently a known issue for new Elantras), and literally every time we go on an unplowed road we’re guaranteed to get stuck. If we end up in a wintry city then I’m sure we’ll invest in some snow tires, but for this year we just play weenie and don’t venture out until everything’s plowed. And it only took me half a dozen times getting stuck on our own street to reach that conclusion.
I mentioned that Simon has had a bit of a rough day today. We had to go to the outpatient lab at Children’s to get some bloodwork done (our ped wants a routine hemoglobin and iron check). When I had my hcg checks at the General hospital’s lab, both times I just walked in, waited a few minutes and was taken care of. Easy peasy. But when we showed up at the Children’s lab, the place was hoppin’. We waited almost an hour just to get signed in. By the time they actually called us back, Simon had just about used up his reserves of “good”. Then of course there was the whole issue of stabbing his widdwe finger and extracting two tiny vials of blood. He was NOT a happy chicken. Even the Hot Wheels that a nurse gave us was no good. Poor Simes. When the nurses (it took two to get the job done, plus me holding him on my lap) were done, we retreated to the waiting room for some booby and calm-down time before heading home. Where, of course, he conked out almost immediately: 
But sadly it didn’t last (so much for my 5 minutes), so here’s our present configuration:
And snuggles and human-pacifier-ing are A-OK with me right now. It’s 5:30 and I can’t bear to wake him, which I’m sure I’ll regret at bedtime, but for now it’s great 🙂
Time to wake him for real, though, and go get Daddy! That should cheer us both up. 🙂
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