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we're limping.

..to the finish line.
It's night #12 out of 18.
One more week after tonight and we'll be free. I feel like The Little Engine That Could before she crossed the ridge of the mountain, "I think I can. I think I can. I think I can."

After next week Greg is taking a whole whopping week off; a stay-cation, if you will.
This morning I asked Greg, "When this is over, will you please babysit for me for like 30 minutes a day?" He said, "Honey, I'll babysit for at least an hour every day for you."

I think I can. I think I can.

Greg installed our baby gate this morning (again). He had to DIY the extension and the first time he did it the screws weren't long enough. It worked for two wonderful days and then Jimmy ripped the whole thing out of the wall.  He used 3" screws this time and it works great.
how long you think before jimmy discovers he can crawl under it
Today was rough.  As soon as Greg went into the bedroom Jimmy started crying and didn't stop until his nap.  He woke up crying and didn't stop for another long spell. I think it's part from his mouth pain, even with ibuprofin, but the majority could be attributed to the installation of the baby gate.  He's a little, um, pissed off about it. You see, he loves the kitchen.  He loves getting into the pantry and pouring noodles on the floor, he loves emptying the dishes from the dishwasher - clean or dirty - and eating old specks of food off the dirty dishes, and his new favorite thing is chasing bugs around the kitchen. They tend to hang out whenever I make bone broth. I've been making it a lot.  There's plenty of them to chase.

I think I can. I think I can.
jimmy's swollen duck lip
I know it's Lent and many of you are limiting your "tech time" (eh hem, Mom). I have a confession: the tv has been on for an obscene amount of time this week and I am so grateful for our Roku. Ray watches the Octonauts and Tumble Leaf and The Magic Adventures of Mumfie. They're the only television shows I can handle listening to all day.  We also watch The Lego Movie a loh-hoh-hot.  In fact, Ray will come up to me with a makeshift sword in hand and say, "Mommy, you be Lord Business and I be Butrubius: Your robots are no match for a master builder, for I see everything! Ah! My eyes!" Then we continue sword fighting and reciting the remainder of the opening scene.  Then we do it again, over and over. 

I love it.
We also play rescuing injured stuffed animals, like the Octonauts. Let's just say it involves lots of bandages.

And let's not forget Ray's new favorite toy.
it's fishy thumb (please, you try drawing a fish on a medical exam glove), daddy, ray, mommy and jimmy pinkie. but ray just uses the rest of us fingers as his arms and legs.


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