Pierce fell asleep not on my back, in my bed, or in his bed two days in a row now. Never before had such a thing happened. Last night, it was laying across my lap. Maybe we’re turning a corner with his fussiness.
Today, Blaine turns 35. I’m sure he’ll thank me for throwing that out there. Happy birthday, Love.
Today, we pack. We cook food to be reheated. We pack. We do laundry. We pack. And, if all goes well, I mow – so we don’t come home to an overgrown weed-fest.
Because it made me laugh: Brady finished her fifty-pound bag of dog food. It took her 14 months. That’s $2.50 a month for Brady-maintenance. We spend more on flea and tick meds to keep the bugs from eating her than we do on food for her to eat.
Back to work.
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