Work SUCKS. Like an IDIOT, I signed up to help out a big division of Yahoo! (which shall remain nameless) with some product mockups, and it has turned into the project from HELL. Sucks up every spare moment of the day, and I don't even get any of those to begin with. I'm up every night until midnight-1:00am working on this crap. AAARRRGGGGHHHHH!

So yeah, that's why you haven't heard from me lately. The only reason you're hearing from me right now is that Julian is taking an incredible 2.5 hour (so far) nap, and I just said fu-- this, I'm going to make a teeny, tiny, very short journal entry just to let people know that I'm still alive.

Strangely enough, now that I've decided to not do web design work anymore, the job offers and inquiries are pouring in. It's completely ridiculous. I had 4-5 recruiters contact me just last week. The Universe is seriously playing with me. I even interviewed a nanny today just to see what was up, and she was great, but it would cost over $900/month just to have her come over 2 days a week, and I'm not ready or able to part with that much cash. I mean, what would I be working for, just to pay the nanny? And if we go on a vacation or leave town, I still have to pay her, even if she's not working. Hey, I know...she still has to eat, even if we decide to take off somewhere, but yeeesh.

Julian is walking and seems to understand most of what I say. He is also eating like a champ all of a sudden...waaaaay more than he ever has in the past. Total developmental burst!

We had a very VERY rough patch for about two weeks right when Ashley the Babysitter was on vacation in Costa Rica. J had TEN new teeth coming in all at once, including four molars and four canines. You will hear parents moaning and groaning and bewailing their very existence when even ONE molar or ONE canine makes its appearance, so pity poor me with FOUR molars, FOUR canines and then two other teeth to boot all coming in. Actually, pity poor Julian, but hell...he won't remember this dark period and I will. Plus THEN he got a cold and couldn't breathe or sleep. Tylenol was my only friend, it relieved his pain enough for him to sleep, and for me to regain a tiny shred of my sanity after a full day of nonstop whining and crying and fussing and hitting me in the face, and a full night of wheezing, restlessness, coughing and crying.

Glad to say THAT seems to be over for now, and my smiling, fun-loving boy is back. It was apparently all pain-induced, poor baby boy. And can I just say THANK GOD I am still nursing this baby? Because that was his and my only comfort throughout that horrible sick-teething spell. It made him feel better and it made me feel like I could do something for him rather than just look into his red-bumpy, inflamed mouth and suck snot out of his nose with a bulb.