1. Friday was good: Chapter 3 revisions are coming along nicely. And then Chapter 2 revisions hit me like a ton of impossible bricks. Bleah.
Picked up my regalia for commencement, which is on Thursday. I look pretty damn good in that hood, if I may say so myself. Now if I could only finish earning it. . .
2. Saturday: After the original host cancelled because her husband was sick, I took over a potluck for local parents with August/September babies. Since we live in squalor, I hosted at a local park. It went pretty well after Mr. Trillwing and I overcame our initial fear that no one would show up and, worse, that the adjacent Party of Really Cool Young Parents Who Nevertheless Listen to Dave Matthews would then witness our failure.
The babies (5 or 6 of them) crawled around and over one another. It's always nice to see Lucas socializing, even if it is while another child is chewing on his ear.
3. Today: Meant to work, really, I did. But Luke was in manic mode (pulling himself to standing now, and then onto our laps on the couch, and even crawling on his knees, for god's sake), and Mr. Trillwing was assembling three newspapers, so I mommied pretty much all day. Whew! And after Lucas went to sleep tonight at 8:30, I toyed a bit with my new digital SLR (Costco.com, baby, plus a $100 rebate!) and did a bit of tidying up.
So: no energy left for the dissertation. How the hell am I going to get this thing done with a soon-to-be TODDLER?
Bonus admission: In a very misguided attempt to get Lucas to sleep, I let him cuddle in my lap and I used my recently discovered Noggin On Demand to cue up Sesame Street for Lucas's first-ever viewing of the show. Oh. My. God. Lucas was pretty damn blasé about the animated shorts and playing children bits, but if there were Muppets on the screen, he was fixated. Fixated or shrieking and bouncing for joy. He especially liked Telly. (Elmo, thank god, held no charm.) And when REM came on and sang "Happy Furry Monsters Feeling Glad," Lucas actually turned around, looked at me, dropped his shoulders, and raised his little eyebrows as if to say, "Why have you been holding out on me?"