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Sunday, November 9th, 2008

Another Sunday.  Camper made it all the way through church today.  He was sleepy baby again today- which means now he’s screamy baby.  Anyone else have a colicky baby that makes you feel a wee like a bad Mom?  It’s like…if I were a good Mom I could get him to stop crying, right?  Well, wrong.  He is clean and well fed, snuggled and loved, and sometimes he just cries.  I was on the phone with my Mom and I laughed kind of near his head (not even that close!) and not only did he start crying, but he was SCREAMING.  Bottom lip stuck out and quivering and everything.  He got so mad that he had tears…running down his cheeks.  It hurts me in my soul. And all because of a little laugh.  Not even a guffaw, really.  More a mild chuckle. Wow.  What a child I have.  Just like his Mom…

Yesterday was a pretty good day, except for the BYU home game and resultant traffic.  We went to the mall and I found some church clothes that fit, resulting in me feeling like a real human being today.  There is no underestimating the power and mood booster of some clothes that fit and feel nice.  I would love to loose this baby weight sooner than later, but I don’t feel like wearing sweatpants and maternity wear until I do.  That is for SURE.  I’ve finally figured out that Shade T-shirts are indeed nicer than Down East Basics.  Way nicer- way more expensive- but way nicer, too.  Very comfortable and flattering.

So now we’re just chillin’.  We bought a marinated pork loin (I never realized how disgusting that sounds) from Costco awhile ago, and I roasted part of it for dinner along with some instabake style cookies.  Now we’re watching Oceans 13- which inspired the following conversation that I will leave you lovely people with:

Me: “We should come up with a super secret code for if thug men come to the house.”

John: “Yeah? Like, ‘There’s water in the basement and the pilot light’s out?’”

Me: “Yeah.”

a moment of silence.

John: “So what’s your secret code?”

Me: “We’ve had like 3.  You never remember them.  You never even remember we’ve had secret codes.”

John: “We’ve had secret codes?”