This week has been drama laden and cold laden. We've (HB and I) had three colds: one a month since October. And Hubby has been gone and I completely forgot about the Advent Reconciliation service *sigh*. Oh, well. He'll be back on Friday and maybe I can steal away an hour to go to confession on Saturday. It's like practicing my flute: it just hasn't happened despite my best efforts to remember and work the schedule around it.
Yesterday, HB whacked his nose and bloodied it against a chair. It's not broken just threw me off because he normally cries when he falls and gets a little bump, but he wailed and it wasn't until the blood that I realized that he must of hit his nose pretty hard.
He's also started a real crawl which is odd because he also walks around the house holding onto furniture and walls and whatnot. A bit weird to me because why learn to crawl when you're working on walking? But I suppose it's good because you have to learn to coordinate your legs to walk.
And I'm hoping that the rest of this week will end with a fizzle instead of the craziness that it started. Okay where's my calendar; I'm marking it for Saturday's confessional booth and Christmas Eve Mass.