Yesterday was an interesting day.
It started off with Kevin and I going with my aunt to play floor hockey. I am trying to exercise more this week, so her invitation to accompany her was very welcome. At first, Kevin did just fine. Two of my aunt's kids were there, so I thought he would be enjoying himself while we played. He usually is a very happy kid, especially when there are other kids around.
Unfortunately, someone brought Bambi, and soon all the kids were watching it...all the kids, that is, except Kevin. He doesn't really appreciate tv. We'd only played a few minutes when Kevin began to cry. The fact the other kids abandoned him was probably compounded by the small amount of sleep that he had been allowing himself the last few days. We're not sure exactly what's been going on, but I've been pretty tired.
Anyway, Kevin began to cry. I tried to distract him, but it didn't work. So finally, I said, "Come play with me." I hoisted him into my left arm, and put the hockey stick in my right arm. Luckily, I'm pretty strong, so I could still hit the ball pretty well. Kevin and I played goalie and we played hard. He seemed to enjoy it, except when everyone was running toward us, and he'd let out this little terrified shriek. I'm not sure if it was fear or excitement, but when I looked at him, he looked fine.
We played that way for a while, and then they turned off Bambi so the other kids would play with him. Again, he was distracted for a few minutes while I began to play harder. One of the women said, "Oh, you're a runner," as I charged after the ball. The distractions only worked for a moment though. Kevin began to wail again. He was tired and hungry, and every time he heard the sticks hit the floor, he knew he was missing out on fun. So, I fed him, and then he ended up playing goalie with me again. I got a pretty good workout. I'm kind of sore today. I've still got it though. Half-way through my aunt told me that I frightened her. Especially when I was holding the baby.
Then, after Grig got home from work, we went and donated blood. I always do really well with it. I've got good veins and a great constitution. I was a little worried because I'm still nursing Kevin, but I did just fine. Kevin sure enjoyed himself. He got the sugary treats and attention as he walked around the place. Every time we go out, people ask, "How old is he?" When we tell them 9 months, they usually say, "Wow! He's doing really well."
We know. It's because he's batman.
Then, we had to go drop off the car at Havelock's workplace. He would then drive it home at 10:30 p.m. after he got done with his job. Grig, Kevin, and I took the bus. (Havelock would take it, but it stops its route at 8:30). The bus was kind of fun, but the combination of donating blood and driving home took way long. We didn't get home until 7:15. We still had to eat, shower, send an important e-mail, and save a snail. Not necessarily in that order. Grig was supposed to get up at 2:50 a.m. this morning. We didn't get to bed until 10:30 p.m. It's going to be a long day for my poor husband.
The snail was quite grateful, though. And hungry. It ate quite a bit of Swiss chard.
On a final note, I'm sorry for those of you who are waiting for out next video. I know it's three days late. It's been kind of crazy. It's almost ready, I'm just waiting for some voice-acting from Grig.
Also, I have a question for my readers. I'm thinking about blogging Monday through Friday, and putting up a vlog (video blog) on Saturday. Would anyone be interested in us doing that? I think it might be kind of fun, though more work for me.
Please let me know your thoughts.
TTFN. Ta-ta for now.