11.6.09

This space for rent.

Today went well. Little Joe happened to wake around 1:30 or so, Nina wasn’t happy about it since whenever she does volunteer to take H2 for the entire night he wakes midway or so, needless to say that after this wake up call he didn’t wake again until 6am at which point we set him in the swing, he fell asleep again fast after a diaper change and then woke around 7:30am or so with Nina.

My day was task oriented, despite having dream residue which had my mind thinking lip curling thoughts.

Broke out of work and made the mad dash down Sunrise highway as the sky fermented in a pink copper hue that bled out to the heavens like a dreamy peach parfait.

The gym was good. I ran on the treadmill and stared at some of my fellow gym-goers and thanked the heavens above for lycra. Beyond the hi-low 2 minute interval training I did legs, focused on hip flexion, curls for the hams and extensions for the quads.

Now I’m home, the fire started up again, luckily there were hot coals there I could coax together with half charred wood and the fire was up and running again. I split some birch which can burn wet anyway.

Amazing how fast you can split wood with a pick style wedge and a 10 lb sledge. 

Nina’s follow up with the doctor didn’t pan out well. The swelling didn’t go down and her options are ugly. Wait it out, get a drainage procedure (don’t ask, really) or get the gland removed.

drainage – 4 week recovery +/-
gland removal – 6 week recovery +/-

This has my wife down and I’m trying to be as helpful as I can but honestly not much will cheer her on this.

As I was leaving work I called home and little Joe was in Nina’s lap and began to shriek as he heard me. Then she put it on speaker phone and he was all oohs and ahhs and making fawning sounds. He does this cute thing where he just kisses the phone as if we are inside it.

New little man behavior- While in the walker Joe will run up to you, shriek and hold your leg with his arms and nuzzle you.
-yes I melted, I won’t lie. 

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and the antibiotics aren’t working? geez. better buy a doughnut ring for her to sit on….

November 7, 2009

Aw well garsh golly..if’n that ain’ the cutest.. real talk. I had to chop up our old christmas tree big long ago, to fit into our refuse bin, used a lil’ old daniel boone hatchet and thought ‘Dude, just pretend it’s someone you hate’. I dunno what it is with us crazys and wielding sharp objects..