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milo's fairy godmother kris is in town from nashville, and came over yesterday to help watch the boy while i worked on the house. instead, i watched her cut the quarter-round trim for my upstairs hallway. she's so handy that way. then beck and mike came over to watch him while mac and i got all gussied up and went to our fifth and final annual diveley dinner, where mac was presented with an award for being an outstanding ortho resident (which was accompanied by a check for a cool grand!!!) i'm so proud of him. however, i could've done without the two-hour puke-fest that followed his celebratory trip to the bar with the guys post-dinner. never a good thing when you spend more time in the bathroom than actually at the bar itself. just in case you're ever tempted, i'm here to tell you that the results of downing a marguerita, a gin&tonic, two glasses of champagne, two rounds of 3 Wise Men shots (Jim Beam, Jack Daniels, & Johnnie Walker), and possibly a shot or two of tequlia (he doesn't remember) in about an hour and a half are *not* pretty.
and we've started to notice that if either of us shows any signs of weakness (hangover, extreme stress or tiredness, etc), milo somehow senses it, and turns into supercrab nonsleeping fussmonster...smart little devil, learning to push our buttons already. either that or it's purely coincidental and his teeth are bothering him. which is more likely the case. tooth #6 is about to poke through, and then i really hope we have a reprieve for a bit. i don't see or feel any others working their way down right now. here's hoping.
anne got a good picture of him using my cold beer bottle as a teething toy while wearing his bloodshot records "the bottle let me down" onesie this afternoon at beck's bbq. i'll have to make sure she sends me a copy.
and we've started to notice that if either of us shows any signs of weakness (hangover, extreme stress or tiredness, etc), milo somehow senses it, and turns into supercrab nonsleeping fussmonster...smart little devil, learning to push our buttons already. either that or it's purely coincidental and his teeth are bothering him. which is more likely the case. tooth #6 is about to poke through, and then i really hope we have a reprieve for a bit. i don't see or feel any others working their way down right now. here's hoping.
anne got a good picture of him using my cold beer bottle as a teething toy while wearing his bloodshot records "the bottle let me down" onesie this afternoon at beck's bbq. i'll have to make sure she sends me a copy.