This week our IT department moved into a brand new office a block away from our old building. The good news is that we uncivilized computer people can now wear jeans and flip flops everyday and no longer have to conform to the painful business casual dress code enforced on us while at the headquarters. Not only that, Trader Joe's is now around the corner on my route home. Most importantly, the women's restroom is much closer to my new desk and I can't tell you how favorable that is for my hourly peeing-pregnant-woman run. The very bad news (although great for everyone else) is that there is a Starbucks on the street corner I turn into to get to the new office. At the end of each day, I tell myself I will not under any circumstance stop by tomorrow for a yummy treat. But somehow at the beginning of each new day, I find me telling myself, "Well, if you're gonna have to fight this horrible nausea for eight hours while trying to conduct work and appear professional, the least you can do is treat yourself and Baby to a delectable goodie." I think I have pretty good self-control when it comes to many things. Breakfast sweets, however, have never been on that list. At this point, I am really hoping there is a study I am unaware of that proves lemon loaves and marble pound cakes to be excellent for a baby's brain development.
Matthew (Charles & Jean's son) & Eli:
One of the cutest things about Eli is how much he relishes his sleep even at such a young age. He'll be happily playing with his toys one moment, but at around 7:50pm when we ask him if he wants to go to bed ('night-night'), he'll carefully put down whatever he's playing with and enthusiastically nod his head yes over and over. He LOVES his crib and his sleep. I've never really met a one year old who does this. If we're upstairs when we ask him, he'll nod and just start waddling to his bedroom. It's so cute I can't stand it. I honestly thought you only finally appreciate sleep when you become a parent and can't have it anymore. Mr. Sheetmarks:
Something funny Kwang said to me the other day:
"People at the party told me Jude is handsome. And Eli looks like me." (pause) "What's that supposed to mean?" (We both start laughing)
Handsome? Yeah, not so much...
8 comments:
Okay, I will babysit Eli any night of the week! What kid does that? My niece and nephew hear the word "sleep" or "night-night" and they will shake their heads and fight off sleep as much as possible. Not fair!
Starbucks just raised their prices. Be strong, Lisa! =)
awww....your kids are so cute!!
btw, WOW! has matthew just sprouted or what!
thank God they don't have lemon knots anymore lis! that would be the end of us! love jude's little hand! saying "uhhhhhm NOT!"
Eli is a boy after my own heart. Sleep, sleep, sleep. I love sleep.
hahaha! =D
seriously lis, you need to gather your entries and write a book, SO entertaining! :)
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