It has just monsooned all day. There was finally a window of relative dryness at noon and I popped Ivan into bed for nap before he knew what hit him (I could explain the reasons that I couldn't take Ivan in the jog stroller at that time of day but it would take my pathetic momism to a level I don't want to address on the web). I got in a great tempo run and didn't even get to do my cooldown stroll down the driveway, as I was running late for work. I had to sprint it in to the door.
I stopped in for a visit with Baby Plotkin, the cutest and lovliest baby of all, before heading into work, where I was able to leave early and get home to get in a yoga session and a trainer ride while I watch my Thursday night line-up. Two great lines from the show tonight:
Jack: "We all have our romantic pipe dreams."
Liz: "I'll start my own group, rejection from society is how the X-Men formed."
Anyway, the big story from Sloanville today is that Ivan had a tantrum and threw the remote control (for which there were consequences), and it BROKE the remote. Now, I don't know if you are aware of this, BUT the remote is the center of the world. It was a situation of immense gravity. My husband was uber-concerned. To add to the misery, upon acquisition and syncing of a new remote, it was noticed that Ivan had also, at some point, with some scratchy implement sliced into the flatscreen.
Ooooh, it was terrible times. There was much grumbling and growling amongst spouses as to whom had not been watching Ivan closely, who was getting upset about something that was not the end of the world, who continued to behave like it was the end of the world, and who was pouting about the situation for way too long. It made for a grumpy day.
On the upside, we have broken Ivan of the bottle and he is eating like a champ. Pics of our healthy eater.
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