Dancin' Gigglin' Fool...And Change

Oh, my little Thomas. He screeches at me ALL day long to the point of me wanting to absolutely rip my hair out...but he's so dang cute, he's pretty easy to forgive. His new thing is dancing. He finds a music making toy, gets it going, and then HE gets going. So darn cute! You can see for yourself in this video:

He's also quite the giggler. I just love how uninhibited kids are in their joy, don't you? You can't really see me in this clip, but I'm playing "peek" by hiding under his high chair tray (and nibbling his toes while I'm hiding), and then popping up to surprise him:

In other news...have you noticed how I'm have been quite the slacking blogger lately? Well, my little dancing giggler is now weaned. I go back and forth between feeling FREE, FREE, FREE AT LAST... and totally and completely useless. It's good to have my body back...the "workin' girls" are now free to be "party girls" once again ;-) (sorry Dad, more than you'd like to think about, I'm sure) But for 7 years I've been pregnant and/or nursing...it's tough to make the switch, especially knowing it's permanent.

Weaning has made my hormones run amuck too. I'm exhausted, I'm excitable...I'm nauseous, I'm starving...I'm crying, I'm giggling...I'm patient and loving, I'm a total raging B****.

Yeah, I feel sorry for my family too!

Now you know...