As far as I can tell, most kids Elliot’s age are capable of sitting through a twenty two minute cartoon. Most kids this age that I personally know, spend way more time glued to the TV. While I do not condone this, (I mean, for my kid. I certainly spent a good amount of time watch TV as a kid. Admittedly, though, my mother stayed home with me my first four years so we watched it together.) there is a very small side of me that wishes that Elliot would actually do this.

Finally, he has become interested in a show. And to be specific, Blue’s Clues. I am  kind of proud he chose that one because I actually like it. In fact, I can sit through an episode without feeling all, “Why the hell am I watching this baby program?” And to tell the truth, I have fun watching it too. He’s not exactly sitting still for the duration – five minutes here and there – but he’s more intent on it. And let me tell you, when it’s Mail Time, he will stop what he’s doing, give me boob-eyes (wide eyed) and start dancing for the song. Yesterday, he even crawled into my lap and sat for the last ten minutes of an episode. (Thank you, Netflix, for the ability to stream them directly and for making it easy to do so through ym Xbox 360 so we can do this on the couch. Supreme laziness win!)

Elliot rarely wants to cuddle like that because he’s always on the go. He’s loving, sure, he’ll give hugs all the time but he’s not good at just sitting or laying with you on the couch. I honestly can’t wait ’til the day he wants to take a nap with us. That’s going to be magical!

So, speaking of children, let’s move on to the one growing in my lower regions. I hate when people say “in my belly” because really? It doesn’t grow there, genius. Anyway, so yes, this one, well, it wants salty things ALL DAY LONG. It’s becoming tiresome being a slave to its desires. Sure, you could say mind over matter but once a request is submitted, I am unable to change its mind. Cheeseburger? Must have. Soup? Forget that garbage, eat some french fries.

Today, however, is a pretty bad one. I can’t get out of this fog and all I want to do is go home and sleep. Which I already did between 10 and 12. I told myself I should go back to work but honestly, I am not getting anything done because I am just so blah.

I felt bad for not finishing up this one book I borrowed from a guy in the department so I read it in an hour, because he sent an email asking if I was done. I found this one line to really strike a chord.

“Laetitia suggested that illness is a way the body closes in and shelters itself from chaos.” p.148, Carnet de Voyages, Craig Thompson

I don’t know; maybe that’s true. I usually start to feel very internal when I am not feeling well. Last night, I think Ash and I said maybe ten words to each other because I got home at six after Elliot’s Open House at daycare and Ash was outside climbing. He came inside in time to put Elliot to bed and by that time, I was DONE. I laid down in bed at 8, woke at 9:30 when Ash prompted me to eat some dinner. I had cereal. I went back to bed. Around 11, he came to bed and asked if I was ok and I can barely remember squeeking out, “No” and falling back to sleep.

He has a late football game this evening and it’s my goal to be awake when he returns. But 10:15 is probably stretching my limitations. I am just too exhausted to stay up.

For now, I have just come into possession of Living Dead in Dallas so, um, yeah, you know what I’ll be doing. Woot; vampires!