Sunday, September 30, 2007

I Am About to Clean the House

...and then visit Rach and her kids at an outing and then cook and then make a packing list, and none of this even considers all the work I have to do for work. I cannot wait to start my vacation. Alan and I haven't been on vacation in so long. But why does a vacation require so much work?


Saturday, September 29, 2007

A Visit to Dear Prudence

I was reading a "Dear Prudence" question from a person "concerned" that a one year old daughter of a friend was watching too much tv. Prudence suggested waiting until the friend brings up tv watching, and then offering that you read that tv watching is bad for one year olds.

Um, no.

I'm sure tv watching is probably bad for one year olds. Breastfeeding is best. You should never raise your voice to your child. And so on. Probably all mostly true.

But the person writing the question and Prudence (though usually right) are both WRONG.

You shouldn't wait to tell your friend.

Oh, if the topic comes up, feel free to share your opinion:

"We bought our 6 month old a tv."

"Really. Wow. I would never do that. I think tv is bad for kids."

Feel free to share your views on your blog.

Feel free to write to Congress and try to pass laws banning tv.

If your friend asks for your opinion, feel free to give it.

Feel free to whatever.

EXCEPT...don't wait for an opportunity to judge and criticize your friend under the guise of friendly conversation. If you wait for the opportunity to say something that's not your business to say, you are just as bad as the person who just says something that's not your business to say.

I'm just saying.


Wednesday, September 26, 2007

My New Desk Area

I moved my office totally around today. Basically, my office has three distinct areas (well, four, if you count the bathroom). I hesitate to call them offices, because we have real walls, but no doors. When I first moved in, and had to run the whole thing by myself, I had to use the biggest area because it was the only one with a counter (built-in) big enough for the copy machine, and because I needed to see the door for security reasons, and I needed to have access to everything, since I had no help.

Over time, I got a secretary/office manager and a student worker. The secretary got the obvious reception area, and the student worker got the more private, but not wired for a computer, area.

Well, now I have a laptop. I don't need a wired computer - just a nice, spacious office (with a window, woo hoo). So we rearranged. I am very, very happy. The student worker will also like it, I think, since most of her work is done by the copier/files, and she won't have to come into my office to do her work or have me sitting there watching her while she is doing the work, anymore.


Monday, September 24, 2007

A Baby Story

Usually I watch the news in the morning. Plus, I usually leave the house at either 8 or 9 a.m., depending on whether I have Strollerfit. But today, I had to leave the house later, because I have work stuff that will make me miss Strollerfit on Wednesday, Thursday, and Friday. So I stayed home this morning. In an odd turn of events, Ander slept in a little (until 7 a.m.) and went back to sleep at 8 a.m. (making me sure that he is getting sick, despite no other symptoms), and the news was crap, so I watched A Baby Story. I hadn't really watched it since I was pregnant.

It made me angry.

There was a woman who wanted a drug-free VBAC (vaginal birth after a prior c-section). No, that's not the part that made me angry. :) I don't understand (and will never really understand, despite many of my friends efforts to explain) why a person would not get an epidural in most cases (yum, epi...), but I really think that they are entitled to try for a drug-free birth, if that is what they want.

But I really felt like this lady was prepared to endanger her baby, and I find that unacceptable. She was 42 1/2 weeks pregnant, and her midwife was worried. There were no signs of labor, and the midwife went through all the statistics regarding fetal problems that happen after 42 weeks. Basically, the placenta generally starts to stop working after that time. It might not, of course, but the problem is that once it does, it can harm or kill the baby, and you might not know it's not working until it's too late. The lady clearly knew this; she was a doula. Still, she resisted an induction.

It really shocked me how much it made me angry. But it struck me the same way it strikes me when a mom leaves her toddler all alone in the play area in mall. It's irresponsible parenting.

Except that everyone would say the mom in the mall was irresponsible, but few would dare question the mom who chooses her birth plan, even if she takes it to the point that it is irresponsible. Thank God her midwife was strong, and articulate, and frankly, did not take no for an answer. Basically, to avoid induction, this woman would have had to gone against medical advice. Everyone wanted the perfect birth for this woman, but as a mom of a preemie, let me tell you that sometimes the perfect birth is just impossible.


Sunday, September 23, 2007

Organizing The Calories

Well, I did decent yesterday with calorie counting. I didn't eat at a weight loss level, but I did at a maintaining level, and considering that we ate out with Brien and he brought naughty dark chocolate chip cookies into the house...

I am keeping a list of common foods that I eat and their calories in my calorie log. I am not including foods where the calories are right there on the label, but only foods that are not labeled, like a restaurant meal or a banana. It seems managable, and actually quite easy, to do so far. Having the internet virtually always accessible to look up calories really helps.

I've decided that Sparkpeople and Calorie-Counter and other on-line systems are just too complicated, so I won't use them. I am using two memos in my pda - one to keep track of the daily calories and one to keep track of calories in certain foods:

Calories - Daily Log
Sun 092307 - 360
Sat 092207 - 1990

Calories - Tracking
Banana 110
McGriddle, egg 340
Pizza, D'Ang (2 slc - pep and tom) 460

Easy peezy. Maybe I'll actually keep up with it doing it this way.


Rereading Supernanny

Poor Ander. I'm rereading Supernanny. I do that every few months, since Ander is developmenting to a different age group. On the cover of the main book, Supernanny carries a purse that is exactly like a purse I won. It's kind of freaky.

The Raising Cane guy is on tv, as a parent of young children. Wow, that makes me old.


Saturday, September 22, 2007

Tracking Calories

Michelle visited and brought her Weight Watchers materials with her. I am very intrigued. I've been exercising religiously, four times a week, for months now. I'm in much better shape, but clearly could stand to lose some weight. In the past, calorie counting was the only thing that helped. But I had trouble keeping track of the calories.

But I've been thinking, and with my new laptop, I think it'll be much easier to count calories, especially if I do in in a Palm memo so the Palm is in my purse when I'm at a restaurant. My laptop is open and ready at home and at work, so it's easy to access the calorie log in those places. So I'll be starting, again, to keep track.

I'm not doing Weight Watchers, though. Meetings are just too touchy feely for me, plus I already pay a bunch for Strollerfit. Strollerfit is totally worth it, but I can find calorie databases on-line. I'll do weigh-ins and evaluations of how I did the week before on Sundays. Maybe I'll even blog about it, to make myself more accountable.

Or, maybe, I'll give up by Tuesday. :/


Can't Wait To Read The Book

So this guy tried to live by the word of the Bible - the literal word - for a year.

I am fascinated.


Friday, September 21, 2007

Will The Day Ever Come...

...when Ander spits, smears, or throws food onto my husband, and said husband actually blames Ander instead of me? {eyes popping out}


Why Are People Offended... other people's opinions? I've been thinking about this a lot with the Jena Six. How others treat us, of course, matters. If people don't trust and respect me, they won't hire me to be their lawyer. If I am insufferable, no one will want to visit with me. But what about what they think?

It's fair to judge others based on what they believe, of course. There are many people that I don't care for and wouldn't be around, simply based on their racism or sexism.

But it's not my job to control or try to change their opinion. If they are stupid enough to be openly racist, that doesn't offend me. If they act on the racism, of course, I am quite offended. But their beliefs, whether sane or insane, don't affect me until and unless they take action based on them.

I guess this really became clear when I started parenting. I am never offended by others just because they don't parent the way I do or because they don't believe in formula feeding, strollers and carriers, or timeouts for young toddlers. But I am offended as soon as someone else takes action - a random stranger in public lectures me on breastfeeding or a relative tells me (or worse, tells Ander during timeout) that timeout is not okay for someone so young. I am not offended by the thought/belief/position, but the interceding/action drives me nuts!


Thursday, September 20, 2007

Madeleine L'Engle Died

About two weeks ago, at the age of 88.

"A Wrinkle in Time" is one of my favorite books ever. I totally identify with Meg, the main character.



When Ander woke us up at 6:30 a.m. (sigh), I went ahead and gave him his milk sippy and sat at my laptop and did some work. It's now an hour later, Ander is dressed for the day (we took little breaks due to a stinky diaper and his discovery that he had socks...yes, momma, I must wear them now...sigh...on the table). He watched cartoons (and half slept) while I watched the news (how 'bout that Jena Six, huh?) and did some nonbillable work (meaning work essential to my practice, but not for clients, per se). I got so muhc done in that tiny little hour. Having a laptop means I can use the whole island in the kitchen to work and spread out my files. It's great. I feel so productive. I still have time to pack clothing for this afternoon (I'm going straight to my mom's after Strollerfit to babysit all the kids while she gets her hair cut) so I can get work done at work, too. Excellent.

Brien is coming to town. And Michelle is visiting at some point. It should be fun.

We are considering a vacation trip to Austin or San Antonio. What should we not miss (considering we'll have a toddler along) if we go to either?


Check Out

My new Interesting Reads link, bottom right side of screen, and see what speaks to me.


Wednesday, September 19, 2007

Organizing Dream

Having a laptop means I can use Palm Desktop as I do my work. Score! It saves so much time to enter billables directly, or change tasks, or send the staff an email with an assignment. It even makes working more fun. Right now, I'm watching the news, doing some brainless nonbillable work, and Alan is playing xbox. Happiness all around. Well, as much happiness you get while you are working.

I use my pda for everything, so this is really, really nice. Since I work away from the office so often, it was getting old always having to sync my pda and then make changes at a coffee shop or from home with a stylus. Now, I just keep my laptop handy while I work, and there it is.

Am I too easily excited?

He he.

How do other moms survive without a planner or pda?


Excellent New Toy

I'm blogging from my new laptop! It is wonderful. I can't believe I can sit anywhere in my house, coffeeshops, my mom's house, and work, and be on the computer. Now, to teach Ander that he can't play with mom's new toy.


Tuesday, September 18, 2007

Pregnancy Is Catchy

In Strollerfit today, another mom said she is pregnant again. Her little girl is two months younger than Ander. In class, there was a women in her second trimester (whose kid is about 2), one in her first trimester, and a mom with her six week old and her one year old! People kept leaving class looking green! I just hope the instructor isn't pregnant. (She had a gleam in her eye when the other mommy was announcing, and she waits to tell; I think she said that before.) I would hate to have Strollerfit maternity leave. :(


Sleep Issues

Ander is suddenly having sleep issues again. He's fine until 9 p.m., when we actually say the words "night night." He instantly throws a fit. Usually he's ready for bed, but just doesn't want to go. Last night, he cried for almost a half hour. I had to be pretty stern with him to get him to go to sleep. It's the same fit he throws when he doesn't get his way. It's so obvious what he is going to do. Whichever parent returns to the room to retuck him in, he screams for the other parent. :) I don't know why, because it never works.

I expect that anyday now, he'll figure out that he can climb out of his crib. He hasn't yet, though. Then we'll have to follow the Supernanny technique of return to bed and say "night night," then just return to bed without comment.

He's also waking up around 4 a.m. every morning. He still seems asleep, except that he's crying and begging to get out of bed. Alan goes and tucks him back in, but it's happening more and more times a morning, so we might need a new plan. I suggested earplugs, but Alan seems to not like that idea. :/


Monday, September 17, 2007

My In-Box At Work

Why oh why must my in-box always be so...well...full. I have so much to do, and physically looking at the in-box overwhelms me. At least I don't have an in-box at home, so I can just pretend like I have nothing to do there.


Sunday, September 16, 2007

Shared Articles

E's puts here "shared articles" link it her blog. I wish I could figure that out, so I could share things I am reading, too. Of course, lots of what I actually read on-line is through very popular sites, like Slate, or forums, which don't really do well for shared items.

I've already done two hours of legal work, got the oil changed, and worked out today. And it's only lunchtime. I've been such an over-achiever. Perhaps now I should take a nap. ;)


Saturday, September 15, 2007

Mommy Blogs

I really like reading mommy blogs. I enjoy seeing what other kids Ander's age are doing, and I like knowing I'm facing similiar situations as others and seeing how they are facing them.

But I am noticing a real lack of moms like me in Bloghood. I'm a strong disciplinarian, a working mom, and I focus on practical considerations (like how to get Ander to clean his room) more than other moms who are out there blogging.

I think I sort of understand the trend. Strong disciplinarians, for the most part, don't spend a lot of time thinking about discipline. They expect obedience, and that is that. No need to blog about it. But I have a Master's degree in education, and for what it's worth, I think about discipline techniques all the time. I want Ander to learn how to act, and not just to obey. But it leaves me pretty alone in the blogosphere, because others don't stop and think about these things all day long. Or if they do, they don't write about it. They are focused on getting through the day without a tantrum (understandably), and I am focused on the choices Ander will make when he is sixteen (mostly because of my training and education).

Working moms, obviously, have less time to blog.

And most moms, nah - most people, are more into the emotional connection of parenting than I am. They breastfeed, find relaxation, and blog about the wonderful connection with their babies. I think, how can I feed the baby more efficiently so I can do it less. :/ They play with their babies and find it peaceful and blog about it. I think, is an hour enough playtime. Let's work on our ABC's. Or play the color game. How can I possibly give him all the information he needs to know before he turns 18? It's not that parenting isn't emotional for me. It's the most emotional thing I've ever done. It's that, for me, blogging is not usually about the emotion. It's about finding ways to deal with the practicalities of parenting and finding out how others deal.

I've been reading lots of mom blogs, and while the titles hint at such wonderful content (ie. Diary of a Playgroup Dropout, which is a great blog, but doesn't help me with practicalities), most of the content is about homeschooling (something I would only do in a very specific situation, such as if I was working for the State Department and traveling to foreign countries constantly), or cloth diapering (something I would likely only do if I had a full-time nanny and maid, and then only while nanny was in charge, like during the work day {blushing at own laziness} - totally because I'm lazy, since the environment impact really appeals to me), or baby-wearing (something I minimize for practicalities sake and to encourage independence, which is definitely not a popular way to parent right now).

Where's the "This Is How We Get Ready for Daycare in Ten Minutes or Less" blog? Or the "Preparing Healthy Snacks for Playdates"? Or the "List of Exercise With Your Baby DVDs"? I guess I should write those, huh? :) I'd love to hear that from others, and that just isn't what they talk about. And when I do talk about such things on my blgo, I always get a ton of sympathetic, "oh, Kristy, are you struggling/okay" comments, which are sweet, but miss the point. I'm THINKING about these things. Even if they aren't cool to think about.

I'm really thinking about writing a book. About the practicalities of parenting. If I just spent an hour or two a day writing...I have so much to say. And you might not be able to tell from my blog writing, which is like a stream of conscienceness, but I actually can write a grammatically correct sentence. It's sort of a requirement for being a lawyer.



The most offensive thing happened yesterday. It's something my BIL did. Don't worry, I already told him how unhappy I am, so I'm not just talking behind his back. Sigh.

Alan and I decided to take a nap at 4:30 p.m. Ander was refusing to sleep (even though he needed a nap, too) and around 4:45 p.m., I told Alan that I bet the second I fell asleep, the phone would ring. I don't remember anything after that. Until 5:05 p.m.

My BIL called and woke me from sleep. Normally I would not have answered, but one of my sisters had mentioned earlier in the day that she was having car trouble, and I was worried they might be stranded somewhere.

"Want to go to Ninfa's?"


"Come on. Two of your sisters will be there. It'll be fun."

I thought about it. I had wanted Ninfa's for a while now, and I can't really visit with my sister today (her birthday), so yesterday seemed a good time.

"Let me ask Alan."

"Okay, y'all be here by 6 p.m. Oh, and your sister got off work at 5 p.m. She's waiting outside her office. Could y'all pick her up so she doesn't have to wait an hour for me?"

"Um, okay." (Thinking: "I don't want her to wait that long if she is stranded at her office. Even if her husband is being an idiot and that's why she is stranded.") (Aside: She actually had her car, working fine, with her, and didn't understand why we were picking her up. Heck, we didn't understand it either. :/)

So we rush to get ourselves and the baby ready. Alan leaves to pick up my sister from her office in Gonzales so we'll get there in time.

And then, around 5:25 p.m., while Alan is gone, picking up my sister, it happens. THE UNINVITE.

Ring. Ring. B-ring.


"Um, Kristy, here's the thing. Some other people are coming, and well, you have a kid..."

Yep, he uninvited me.

I explained that I woke Alan up from a nap to pick up his wife and go to a meal that Alan didn't really want to go to, and he could find another solution or Alan would surely kick his bootie, and we'd be there at 6 p.m., regardless of what BIL decided.

I don't bring Ander into situations that would be inappropriate, but I swear that Ninfa's is one of his favorite places and he sits quietly and doesn't bother others.


Ninfa's ended up being excellent, and to his credit, BIL apologized and acted acceptable during the meals, but geesh!

I totally understand an adult night versus a night with kids. I like an adult night on a fairly regular basis. But in a group of seven, with only one person not expecting (but notably, not complaining about either) a baby to show up, you don't make it adults-only AFTER the invite (pre-invite would have been absolutely fine) because one person might prefer no babies.


Thursday, September 13, 2007

Silly Hurricane

I close down my office when there is a hurricane or tornado threat. That might seem silly, especially for such a small hurricane as this one, but the building is not incredibly strong and the doorway leaks, so we have to take specific precautions, like putting the computer hard drives up on tables and backing up the computers and unplugging all electronic media, and at that point, it's not worth sitting in the office. These precautions have to be taken whether or not the storm actually hits. And since there is a flood threat in my office's parish, the office is closed.

This is good news for my staff. I still pay them, and they sneak in and do a quick "emergency checklist," and then go home for the day. As you might imagine, they really like this policy.

But for me, it's pretty bad news. I had to make the call to close the office at 6:30 a.m., and go down immediately and take care of things. I wasn't worried about winds, but since a heavy downpour floods the office, I had to take care of that before the raining started.

Ander woke up to go down, of course, and has since refused to take a nap. He is in a great mood, but I went to bed a little late, and got up an hour earlier than usual, and worked from 7-8:30 a.m., drove back to Strollerfit, worked out from 9:30-10:30 a.m., discovered that the electricity was out all over Prairieville (hello? there was barely any wind. why no electricity?), went eat lunch with my sister at her cafeteria since I couldn't go home and cook, went to home to discover that, although electricity all around us was off, ours actually wasn't, and did some work. Through all this, Ander is still awake. In a good mood, but what's the point of a storm day if you don't at least get a quick nap?


Wednesday, September 12, 2007

Self Sufficiency

It is really important to me that Ander become self-sufficient. We've taken a big step in that direction by taking away the diaper bag and giving him a cute little Elmo backpack. He says "Elmo" and "backpack" now, and he carries it everywhere. It holds a couple of diapers, wipes, a snack, a sippy, and a small toy. When he gets out of the car, he wears Elmo. I feel so free, and he is so proud to do it himself.

He also is learning that when he gets out of the car, he has to put his hands in the "square." It's the cover of the gas cap area, really, but it gives me a second to grab whatever (his backpack, for example) from the car without him running into the parking lot or the street. Obviously, I'll never be able to totally trust that as a way to get him not to run into the street, but it's a useful step towards keeping him safe and letting him be somewhat responsible for his actions.

And today, he tried to put his pants on himself. He failed miserably :), but it was fun watching him try. I've almost got him taking his own shoes off and bringing them to the area where we store shoes. And he puts his toys and books (and my shoes) all in their proper places at the end of the day.

He has also almost totally stopped throwing food on the floor. Instead, he tells us when he is done eating and hands us the bowl.

I am really liking that he can take care of so many things himself. It really makes a huge difference in my day, and he's still at a stage where it's fun for him. 'Course, I'll still make him do these things even when they aren't fun, but for now, this is working spendidly.


A Gecko

I know lots of women complain that there are lots of things their husbands should refrain from doing. Farting in public comes to mind. {eyes rolling} I have no such complaints. I am quite happy with my husband, thank you very much.

Except...well...except for one thing.


I'm not scared of geckos, but there is a time and a place, and I don't want to look under the toilet seat for one as I stumble into the bathroom at 3 a.m.

I'm just saying.


Tuesday, September 11, 2007

Children in Public

With the recent nurse-ins around the country and, well, with my child approaching the terrible twos with gusto :(, I've been thinking alot about how Ander is expected to behave in public, and how we (Alan and I) as parents behave in public.

My first rule is totally, 100% stolen from E. She once told me that she cannot control how her child acts; she can only control how she acts and her reaction to her child. I thought it was an excellent philosophy, and over time, it's become an important part of my parenting philosophy.

But beyond that, I've always had very specific ideas about the "public" side of parenting. I've always thought that a huge part of a parent's responsibility in public was to ensure that childcare and the child himself did not interfere with others comfort. The child does not know how to act in public, with respect and consideration of others, and it is the parent's responsibility to teach the child.

Even when I was pregnant, I knew that I would take great pains to not make others uncomfortable just because I had a child. When I was planning to nurse, for example, and if and when I do nurse future children (as my problems are not expected to reoccur, and if they do, the doctors feels better about their ability to treat them), I knew that I would take great pains to cover-up when nursing, even if it meant purchasing a special cover-up that didn't actually touch the child (as sometimes a simple blanket in South Louisiana really is too hot). I was, and am, should the opportunity arise, prepared to be the most discrete nurser ever.

I didn't think of this point of view as a general idea about how one should parent (I thought it was specific to how I planned to breastfeed), but I am realizing, especially now that Ander is approaching an, um, challenging age, that in general, I think parent have an obligation to minimize their child's impact on others.

For example, I expect Ander to give up his seat to any adult in the room. I remind him, and I won't hesitate to take him off the seat if an adult walks in.

I expect him to sit quietly through dinner at a restaurant. We've been practicing since he was little, and he is getting very good at it. If he misbehaves, I'm perfectly willing to take him out of the area, because not disturbing other diners is a priority. But I won't take him outside for misbehavior (though I will to give him a little break during a long meal). For misbehavior, he goes in the corner in the bathroom. Pesto. Not disturbing others, facing an age-appropriate consequence, and we get to go back to dinner without rewarding him for acting up.

I don't let him roam around coffee shops or malls. He is holding my hands or in his stroller. This is a big one, because roaming would give him lots of opportunities to explore and is fairly safe, so I can see the value in it. Nonetheless, I find that it's just not something I can do as a parent. I am very focused on discipline and that overrides the "explore" aspect for me, and that's just how I am.

I understand just how high my expectations are for a child not yet two. I understand that keeping up this level of discipline will be a challenge. I think it's worth it; I truly do. But it will be/is hard as he goes through toddlerhood. I know there will be days when I just give up and give in. I think that's why I'm writing this. I'm thinking it out, you know? Trying to build my resolve to do what I think is right, even when I know it won't be easy.

(Aside to Dave - I know parenting philosophy blogs drive you crazy. I'll try to be more interesting next time. ;))


Monday, September 10, 2007

Desk A Mess

I'm catching up on cleaning all the little areas around my house where things pile up, like by my bed, but my office desk just seems to get higher and higher piles. I am usually so organized, but it's hard to organize when you are not actually in the office much, with court and CLEs. So this afternoon, I'm playing catch-up. Of course, that means I'll be behind on everything else.


Saturday, September 8, 2007

Whiney Whiney Whiney

I mean, seriously, son, do you need some cheese with that wine? 'Cause I always enjoy a spot of cheese with my whine.

So I've decided that for whining, I simply don't respond. If Ander manages to catch my eye, I remind him ONCE to use his big boy words. If he is kicking and screaming and could hurt himself, I move him, without comment, to a safer spot. If he does use his words, I praise like CrAzY. It reduces the whining, a bit, when I am consistent, but it does not reduce my nerves.

Whining increases nerves, you know. Makes you want happy pills. Or earplugs. Or a vacation.

Oh, and this is Ander in a good mood. I am often assured it is just a stage, with the assurances followed by an omninous warning...that it doesn't end until about age 19. Sigh.


Friday, September 7, 2007

Attending CLE

Continuing legal education. It's dull and boring. But that's okay, because there's always good food. Only, the food sucked. The only good thing was the coffee, so I drank four cups. Too much coffee, just in case you wondered. :/

Brien introduced me to the British version of Coupling. I am addicted! It is so good, and funny, and sweet. It makes me want to dress better, and then I realize that I already dress better than the Brits. :)


Tuesday, September 4, 2007

What A Difference

Showing up at work after a relaxing weekend just makes things go so much smoother. For example, I don't forget to put water in Ander's sippy cup before leaving the gym, which means that when Ander gets cranky 10 minutes from my mom's house, he can drink peacefully instead of screaming. Very nice.

Sunday is Grandparents Day. Yah, I know, stupid holiday, yadda yadda. Send them a card anyway. It'll make them happy.


Monday, September 3, 2007

Darn That Misty and Lorna

They sucked me in!

Brien had a book on his bookshelf. Bloodsucking Fiends. I asked about it. "Misty and Lorna said it was great, so I got it. It's good." I don't always trust Brien's taste in books, but how could I mistrust such good people as Misty and Lorna? So I read it.

It sucked. Pun totally intended.

Maybe Misty and Lorna meant it would be really good for Brien? :)


Sunday, September 2, 2007

Hanging In Monroe

Huge bedroom and jacuzzi bath.


Someone ELSE to entertain my husband and child.

Afternoon nap.

If it wasn't for the smell of bootiehole...