Tidbits

Mechanics reportedly discovered the problem with Lane's car (finally). We've had it in and out of the shop at least every other week since February.

It's been shutting off on him in the middle of driving. Since he only drives the truck to and from work (which is on the freeway) this is a safety hazard. Especially after he spent 15 minutes on the exchange between two major freeways during rush hour on Wednesday. People kept honking at him and getting mad. What did they think he was doing? Taking a little siesta on one of the busiest interchange in Dallas?

My son will be 13 months on Sunday. THIRTEEN months. He still won't walk. He won't even pull himself to a stand.

He can, because I've seen it 3 times, but this is 3 times over the course of 4 months.

He won't talk, point or stand. I say won't and not can't because I don't believe it's a developmental problem. Call it Mother's Intuition. I think it's because he's a con artist. Just like his sister used to be.

And don't sit there thinking I pamper him too much. I'm no expert mother, but I'm no newborn. I've internalized and analyzed this so much my hair hurts. My conclusion is that he's a con artist. A really, really cute con artist.

I wish I were a billionaire. Someone with thousands of dollars that could easily be thrown away. Because then I would take last-minute trip to my mother's, where my sister and her children are going next week.

I saw a photo of her youngest today and I almost didn't recognize him. Seriously.

As it is, tickets costing what they do, I don't think anyone would want to spend that much on 2 tickets, probably not even my fictional billionaire.

Jane is becoming quite the phone talker. She held a full conversation -- on her own with no prompting -- with her Daddy this morning. She spends most of the day talking on the real phone or on the play phone. Just like her Mommy, I suppose.

Did I mention I wasn't feeling well? I didn't sleep last night, but my bosses wouldn't let me call in sick this morning.

I am anxiously awaiting the time Lane walks through the front door. Then I will excuse myself to the bedroom and fall swiftly into the drug-induced coma that only Nyquil can bring.

Speaking on Nyquil, I had to provide photo ID when I bought it today. I was shocked. When did that start? How long has it been since I purchased Nyquil?

I bought the good hummus. The yucky stuff went swiftly into the trash.