Once a month.

I guess that's how often I post now. Sorry. It's just that it's nigh impossible to type a post without resting the keyboard on top of Riley while he lays on my lap, on the Cuddoozle (better than a boppy), snoozing while semi-permanently attached to my nipple. And typing on him wakes him up.

I don't care if this is a bad idea. The boob keeps him happy while I drink my coffee, surf the internets, and crochet. His whistly sleep breathing is just icing on the cake.

Riley grabs things now. like toys and hair and crochet hooks.

He giggles. Except that -with out fail - after the third giggle, he ALWAYS gets the hiccups. (is that normal? should I be worried? the girl who had the hiccups for a really long time shot somebody, didn't she? is that what this means for his future?)

He likes nursery rhymes and the sound of a violin being played. And being smacked on the butt repeatedly is the only super reliable way of putting him to sleep.

Greg and I are starting to figure out that we're still married and if that is going to continue to mean anyrhing, then we have to figure out how to put some effort into it.

I have crocheted three and a half blankets, made and embroidered 3 stockings, decorated our front window with city silhouettes and christmas lights, made 6 christmas presents, and started to make doilies for a king sized headboard. Despite the crocheting... I'm suffering a little from craft brain freeze and seem to be unable to come up with more project ideas -- I'll take suggestions.