Okey doke, folks...there really must be an end in sight, right?
Don't answer that.
Things were looking up today so I actually relaxed and settled in for a day of rest, renewal and mental restoration. hhmmph...you're not buying it, are you?
Baby J. has been a fussy fuss-pot all. day. long and I can tell that the antibiotics that they have been injecting him with for the past three days are taking a toll on his tummy. He's eating maybe 3 out of every 6 ounces and knocks the bottle away the first moment he's had "enough."
I must say that the incessant whine of his cry is a little much sometimes-- only because I would give anything to know what is hurting him at that exact moment.
But, I have to tell you...(and she'll probably kill me for doing so)...about the impeccable timing of the lovely Stacey over at Happy are We. Just prior to our last "incident" of the day, the doorbell rings and I see a blur of a man clad in brown jump in a UPS truck and drive away. There, sitting on my front porch, was a box that read ProFlowers. Inside, compliments of Stacey and her family, were twelve of the most beautiful gerber daisies I have ever seen. There are kind deeds and then there are those little surprises in life that fuel us to go a little longer, to give a little more and to get through what happened ten minutes later as my infant child once again deposited the full contents of his belly upon my person and my furniture.
Friendship, timing, thoughtfulness, frazzled nerves and the kindness of a fellow blogger...such were the ingredients of this day--a day that, when mixed all together, actually didn't turn out so bad!