But a new cycle cometh and my mood has been better lately (less the fussiness). But I've still been avoiding by making excuses about working on projects or being tired. And I have completed a couple of projects which I will post pictures of soon.
So what have we been doing lately? Well, I found a nice bike on Craigslist to pull the Chariot with and I have been trying to improve my long-dormant biking abilities. Michael seems to like it a lot, but he started to get tired the other day and fought it (and fussed) rather than succumbing to the nap (this is his specialty).
Me and Michael are still tending the
I'd been wanting to take Michael swimming, but the admission prices for the public pools around here are criminal if you ask me. I don't see why 2 years and under shouldn't get a reduced rate... when you've got a kid that little you can't stay that long and I feel like I'm just wasting money. So we drive up to a park with a free "beach" and play in the fountains and lake. It's probably as much fun and there are other things to do around there.
Speaking of other things to do near the swim beach, I thought it might be a good idea to take Michael for ice cream after swimming the other day and the best place I could think of was the parlor on campus in the building attached to my graduate programs' building. I have avoided that place like the plague since graduation. But I have such fond memories of the ice cream parlor that I thought it was worth it. I remember my first class as a freshman and the seniors all walking in late (yes, seniors in with freshmen in this class) because they all stopped to get ice cream before class... ah, those were the days (it became a bit of a tradition to somewhat defiantly flaunt lateness with this particular prof with ice cream). But not only did I take Michael for his first scoop of Tig.er St.ripe, but I got the bravery to venture back into the lion's den and stroll through my building. I ran into several profs and got to show off my adorable toddler. I was kinda glad that my old advisor wasn't there. In the end it wasn't nearly as scary returning there as I thought it might be. Maybe I shouldn't have been working so hard to avoid that place for the last 4 years.
I promise to post again soon.