AJ: 29 Weeks
has a moderately amusing story to go with it, but telling it would require me to admit to listening to music that I don’t necessarily want to admit to having in my collection. Oh, well. I was down in the “office” (which is the word we use to refer to the 4th bedroom in our house. It’s downstairs and for most of the 19 months we’ve lived in this house it has served one purpose: storage. That is to say, we put all the crap that we haven’t got room for elsewhere but just can’t bring ourselves to chuck it or give it to D.I. in that room. It was supposed to be my office, but it’s not like I really need an office at home. I’m not working right now, and when I was, I didn’t bring work home with me. And since I work (school work and real work) on a laptop, pretty much anywhere I sit down can be my office. And since it’s downstairs, we try to avoid using it. Our house is not well insulated, and this is particularly apparent in the basement where it’s too hot during the summer and too cold during the winter. Well, the first year we lived here, we used the downstairs family room, we just had to use a lot of blankets in the winter and a lot of fans in the summer. But after AJ was born, we moved the TV up to the main floor because it was too cold and it’s kind of a pain to try keeping a baby wrapped up when he doesn’t want to be. But now that the weather has warmed up (except for today, of course), I’ve been using the big antique desk that my mom traded me for her Victorian desk set (which I really only had on loan anyway) because I was the one that talked them into buying it from Lark when he was selling all of Guy Kelly’s stuff in the first place) and AJ was sitting in his little activity donut (or whatever it is). I was trying to finish one of the stupid online classes that stand between me and my degree and listening to iTunes on shuffle. AJ has always been a big fan of music, but apparently Release Me by Wilson Phillips really does something for him because he got very excited when it came on. He started doing this high-pitched squeal that he does when he’s happy (which is surprisingly often) and tapping his foot (heel) on the base of the donut thingy. I grabbed my phone and snapped a quick pic.
Rather than taking the picture at the “correct” time, 9:30 pm on Monday, we settled for the picture I had taken that morning instead. We had a softball game at 8:30, so we were just heading home when the alarm reminder went off at 9:30. AJ was mad that we’d kept him out late, and I’m pretty sure he was hungry, too. So we decided not to try to have Alexa take another picture of him (like she did for Week 27), though that was also partly due to the fact that when it was time for the Week 27 picture she was behind him in the third row of our big vehicle. This time she was just sitting right next to his car seat in our small vehicle.
In other news, the 3rd Amigo died last night, so we’re down to 10. And that’s fine, I guess, but we’re not buying anything else to put in that tank until we have the filters (and some better coaching on the care of these stupid things, I guess).
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