I don't really have much to blog about so this will be short. We finally got out today and went to eat lunch with Matt, but other than that (and a doctor's appointment on Monday), we've been in the house all week. The wind yesterday was insane. Tropical Storm force, that is. Matt thinks somebody came over and lowered our basketball goal. I'm pretty sure it was the wind... or else I'm just really unobservant... which, now that I think about it, is quite possible.
Jonah's little boy parts are doing better although he's still got some raw areas and I had to drain another blister there today. He now has a growing blister on his little butt cheek. It's always like that - one place starts getting better and then another one starts. He's a pretty good healer though and so far hasn't scarred a bit (except for his biopsy spot), so we are blessed. I NEVER thought the skin on his knees would be normal. They were so raw and so deep, I was sure he would have scarring there.
I trimmed Jonah's bangs today, with one hand, while he slept in the crook of my opposite elbow. It was very spur of the moment, and I may or may not have done it with the suture scissors that are in my "Blister Basket" that sits on the table by the rocking chair. It was a little impulsive, but that's just how I roll. I tweeted a picture of it (right sidebar), and you can see it here. He wasn't happy. He had just woken up.
I keep having all these random thoughts and have been considering putting a Random Thought of the Day at the bottom of my posts. Do you ever think to yourself, "I wonder if anyone has ever thought that exact same thing before?" Well, I intend to find out.
I've had a ton of them in the last three days but of course can't remember many of them now. All I know is that today in Target, I was thinking things like, "Man, it is so uncomfortable picking out a romantic greeting card when you are surrounded by all the strangers who are also picking theirs out. I can't take this pressure." And, "why is the guy's deodorant on a completely different aisle than the girl's deodorant? Can't we all just get along?" And "Where the Bleep is the contact solution?" You know, that sort of thing.
So...
Random Thought of the Day: Why do people say you should save the best for last when it comes to eating the foods on your plate? I mean, I get that you want to get your green peas out of the way, but if you save your favorite thing for last, you're either too full and don't want it or you do eat it, stuff yourself, and you're completely uncomfortable. A whole lot of anticipation and buildup for nothin'. I live on the edge and take random bites of everything. Matt eats one thing at a time. Oh, you don't care? My bad.
