Umlaut

I'm going to try to keep up this blog during our vacation. I haven't missed a day since I started, so I'm hoping the hotel really does have free wireless like it claims to. Julie tells me I should chill out about it, take a day off once in awhile. It doesn't quite work that way, though. One day would turn into two, then three, then forever, and these are days we won't get back.

Lyla was a whiny monster today. Or maybe I was and I projected it onto her. I cleaned the house today, even Swiffered the floors, and now Lyla's finally in bed and apparently sleeping. I don't know what her deal was. I think she's teething--which has been our standard scapegoat for five months now.

I have assembled the bag of random junk in hopes that the child stays entertained in her car seat. There's the rubber spatula. There's the rubber brush thingie that I use to apply melted butter to bread for grilled cheese sandwiches. The kitchen is full of fun items for babies. There's the Wüsthof Santoku knife. Well, we'll save that for when she's older. (Really I just couldn't pass up the opportunity to finally, after all this time, type an umlaut.)

And we have unopened toys that I might let Lyla play with once I'm tired of them.

But tomorrow could be complete disaster if Lyla decides to be a demon baby from the swamp of destruction. Hopefully she got it all out of her system today.