How do people come up with titles for entries? For that matter, why do people come up with titles for their entries? It's not something you would do for a paper journal, right?
I guess the tin aftertaste must not be so bad after all, since I've been mainlining diet vanilla coke for the last 72 hours (with the odd diet regular coke, here and there). I don't know why I am on this kick; I know it's really bad for me, but I can't stop. I suppose there are worse vices.
I'll just mention in passing that on Friday, at about 10:30 AM, Lemel and I won the worst parents award in a spectacular display of utter idiocy and lack of judgement. I pray and hope that we are past the worst, and I know how very lucky we were, except I can't even let myself relieve it all over again--I am in this weird state of utter denial about what happened and extreme heightened awareness of the possible aftermath. I have not had my insides turn into cold water like that for at least 20 years, and I pray I never have to, at least not for another 20 years.
Okay, just writing about it is giving me heart palpitations. Moving on...
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Christmas Day was very low key, given that we didn't go anywhere and had no one over. The latter is a source of great, uh, debate in Lemel's family, but hopefully everyone is over it and if not, oh well. Actually, we did have one visitor, Houdini's grandfather, i.e. Lemel's dad; he made one of his one day round trips. I did wish he could have stayed the night, both to spend more time with Houdini and also to avoid driving 12 hours in one day, but he had to be back at the family business tomorrow for something only he can do. Houdini did have a great time with him, sitting in his lap and playing with his new toys. You have to hand it to my step mother-in-law: she may be a real bitca (and I will never forgive her the offhand remarks that weekend in October) but she sure knows what presents to buy a baby. Houdini loves the stuff she'd picked out. (I did call and leave her a message, thanking her; I may not like her, but at the same time I can still appreciate the time and effort she put into picking things out for Houdini, whatever her true motives).
I wish I could say Christmas Day (or, rather, Christmas weekend) eating was good, too...well, actually it was good, just not good for me. Along with my chain diet drinking, I've basically only had Lindt chocolate truffles, Japanese crackers mix, sweet potato pie with whipped cream, salsa and chips, and shrimp with hot sauce the past two days (well, once I got my appetite back after we passed the first 24 hour mark after 'the incident'..ugh, man, I really can't think about it.
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I really need to get some sleep, not only so I can be up early for Houdini, but also so I can get a bunch of stuff done before a lunch date in Philly with what is shaping up to be a pretty interesting group of people. I want to place my order with Amazon though, before I sleep; I've been meaning to buy a few things for myself, just to cheer myself on (no books, though; I simply have no room for an unread book in this house). The items in my cart have been there for the past couple of months--I kept thinking I'd add a few more things to it, but I haven't so I am just going to go ahead and order what I have. I am looking forward to getting my copy of the Brandi Carlile CD in that order; I first heard her at the end of a Grey's Anatomy episode (which, incidentally, aired again tonight) and I liked the song enough to look up the music credits for the episode and ...
..it's half an hour later. Poor Houdini is teething something fierce--trust my son to be a procrastinating oveachievor and cut four teeth at once. His bottom two have come through, and even though he was uncomfortable, a nightly dose of Tylenol did the trick. The top two though are another story and he's been restless the past few nights, half waking up crying and/or tossing and turning enough to shake the bed, which means we've been getting spotty sleep as well. The once a night dose of Tylenol doesn't seem to be enough and as loathe as I am to have this baby take any more medicine that he absolutely needs to, I think this is one of those times to make an exception. I can't bear to hear him cry now any more than I did when he was first born, especially since his crying sounds so much more focused and less random now.
I'm off to hold his hand while he sleeps.
