I was all set to come here and write about how today was an ordinary day. An unremarkable day which, when looked at from my vantage point, means it was an incredible day. Oh, there was drama at work and no, Houdini did not suddenly wake up and declare "Let me eat cake (and formula)". The weather was unbelievably cold and last minute meetings meant I had lunch at the food store instead of a restaurant, as previously planned with Tornado. Lemel and I had a couple of terse exchanges and there were even a few tense moments with my parents.
But...the drama at work abated, Houdini did hit his goal intake for the day, the cold was refreshing as long as the wind didn't blow, the sushi maker at the food store heated up edamames for me as soon as she saw me, Lemel and I actually laughed together several times today, and my parents backed off from belaboring a point. I felt relaxed tonight and even happy at times.
Then I had to go and look at friend's blog and read the stats her husband had proudly posted from their baby's six month check-up and look at pictures of the baby being an uber achiever, sitting. It wasn't so much [showing off] the early sitting that got to me as the plump thighs that were holding up the baby, at an age when I could circle Houdini's thigh with my forefinger and thumb and still have wiggle room left over.
And my ordinary day was shot to hell.
