Happier days

(Back in Liam's happy, pre-teething days...)

Today is, in fact, my birthday (Jenn, you wasted no time in letting the cat out of the bag!) On this day last year, a tiny little Liam and I were puttering around the house, out for a walk, shopping downtown, and munching on a box of chocolates thoughtfully dropped off by Megan. This year, Liam is just a bit bigger, and I am at work trying to make up for the time I missed yesterday, running off-peak storage scenarios, analyzing customers’ injection patterns, and sinking deeper into the compressor fuel quagmire. The day is actually shaping up quite well, seeing as that it started out with Liam’s diaper splitting open, releasing a stream of those liquid-absorbing crystals from one end of the house to the other that I am sure we will still be cleaning up at this time next year (one more reason why I hate disposable diapers); and then for some added fun, Captain hacked up a hairball. Because, you know, if you’re going to clean up one mess, why not another one? Lucky for me, Megan came through with another box of chocolates which is already disappearing fast. (Hey, I don’t drink coffee and after a couple of sleepless nights, I need the caffeine).

I really can’t complain, because after last night’s bedtime fiasco, Liam did mostly sleep through the night (if you can count a 5 a.m. wake-up time as being normal) and seems to be in better spirits today, though still not 100%; and I did score some great birthday loot. Back in March when Chad got his new bike, I got one as well; to still make this month fun, I more recently also received a pair of Crocs, a compact camera bag, a waffle maker and a big galvanized watering can. All good stuff.

Now back to work… I don’t want to be working late today of all days.