(HB 4 mo)-Mondays are rest for the weary

*Sigh, I feel so much better. May was crazy and June is just as crazy. Scott thinks we took our anti-burnout vacation too early. Yesterday was my day off and it came just as I was about to give up and become a hermit. According to personality tests, I'm a high golden retriever with beaver coming in a close second. I forget the details of each, but my idea of quality time for myself, how I restore myself and recuperate from stress is to BE ALONE. I like to spend calming time BY MYSELF. Of course I don't mean you. You're in the small group that is exempted from that. But I do need quiet time to kind of reset myself. And that hasn't happened in about two weeks, Scott and I have had some social event every day on weekdays and 2 to 3 times on weekends. I actually love going to work because I can just hide in my cubicle and not have to talk if I feel like it. So, my first day off with nothing to do and I reveled in every second of it, swept and mopped floors, loads of laundrey and even mowed 2/3 of the lawn.

And my solitude was only broken by Mike bringing over little miss Haley who turned 4 months old this past week. We don't get much light in our house so I had to use our bedroom since it somewhat faces the afternoon sun. And then I draped a white tablecloth over some pillows to help reflect the light. It actually worked really well and I loved the pictures I got. I actually have too many favorites, I don't know which ones to choose. There's a few where she looks like she's sitting up, but if you put them in succession, they are a slow motion montage of her leaning...leaning...leaning...ope, she's lying down again. I tried to prop her up against an upright pillow until everything started shifting and Scott asked "What is the pillow leaning against?" And the answer was, an empty chair that easily slid over the wooden floor. So, we had to snatch Haley back up before the whole prop slid off the bed.

And the session ended prematurely when I tried to put Haley on her stomach for some airplaning poses. When I tried to pull my hands out from beneath her, I must have scratched her arm with my engagement ring because she started crying and wanted to be held from then on forth. Oh, she had this 2 inch welt, which doesn't sound bad until you realize that her arm is only 2 inches wide, so it stretched across it. I'm a little scared of Liz knocking on my door soon to give me a beat-down. I must defend myself. If you think about it, the person really responsible is Scott. I didn't even want a ring. Why did he have to buy such a hefty ring? And why a diamond? Why the hardest substance known to man? Couldn't he have picked something softer and easier on a baby's skin? I blame Scott. Join me, won't you?

At 4 months, Haley has discovered her feet and loves sticking out her tongue.

See what I mean about the tongue?

Watch the slow lean and fall.