Sunday Night.
I don’t have to work tomorrow...yahoo! This is one of the benefits of having a state job...every single holiday off. I’ve never had that before. So I’m going to take Leslie to speech therapy and hopefully get a good idea how soon we are looking at discharge.
Little Miss is definitely on the mend, but definitely still feeling rummy. She has been a whiny mess for day’s. Just nonstop incessant whining. The sort that I haven’t heard since she was a baby and I was having such a hard time of it with her. Poor baby, I’m sure that on top of everything else, she is trying to cut some molars as well.
I cooked a chicken tonight for dinner in my chicken cooker, the Ron Popeil one, and it was once again, perfect, no fuss, no muss. There was hardly any chicken left. I don’t know when I’m ever ever going to get over the magic of this particular little piece of machinery. It just always works perfectly. There is very little to clean, and I get a perfectly roasted chicken every time. I think I’m going on year 3, and it still amazes me at how easy and perfect the chicken comes out.
Can you tell I’m wound up? Only a mom wound up on child whine would be blogging about Ron Popiel “set it and forget it” chicken at almost midnight on a Sunday night.
Rick’s birthday was really nice. I made him homemade shrimp scampi with pasta, on Saturday night with the kids. He opened his gifts and we had the cake, it was really nice. Brian was right up in it all trying to open daddy’s presents.
Rick looks like a really nice guy.
Posted by: Solo | February 22, 2008 at 12:44 PM