He Growls, You Know

The cutest monster I know is dressed in a little monster onesie today. It *really* suits him. It's hard to get anything done when he's not contained somewhere. (He was forced into Saucerville this evening when our freezer showed us it was serious about forgetting how to freeze. Good thing rice chex in the little bowl kept him happy.) Alternatively, if he's not getting into something he's likely nursing - or asleep (post-nursing) on top of me and will wake if I move. Again, not much gets done.

Things I do too rarely, due to the Peter excuse, and feel mildly guilty about:

1. Practice my singing. (My desire to do this has seriously waned. I think my attention span for projects/hobbies maxes out at 3 months.)
2. Dishes and other necessary near or on floor cleaning. (What did we ever do pre-Roomba?)

Things I should or would like to do if I could knock the boy out long enough to clean and then set up the sewing machine:

1. Fix the elastics in the BumG diapers.
2. Make some diapers.
3. Make at least one sun/bucket hat (for Peter).
4. Make a nifty bean bag for my camera.
5. Make crafty gifts... (Will not release details 'till gifts are given.)
6. Oh, speaking writing of no. 5, I have some things to mail.

What I DO:

I snap photos now and then, and it's pretty easy to play with them on the computer while tending to the milder sides of monster baby care.