Ian’s doing this new thing. Not all the time, but often, when I put him down for a nap or bedtime, he talks for awhile. Not quite his happy talky ramblings that can happen when he first wakes up, but he’s definitely not crying or really even complaining. I should record it so y’all can deliberate.
Anywhoodles, how’s your weekend? I was starvating for some reason today, even after eating a giant bowl of oatbran and a pound of cherry tomatoes. So I just inhaled an eggplant pizza and some calamari with marinara sauce (HELLO, lycopene) and now I’m about to massacre a Skinny Cow mint ice cream sandwich while watching Presumed Innocent with husband.
I’ll leave you with a pic of Ian, you know, when he’s not sleep talking. Sometimes you just gotta.