Cleverness in a Hurry

I have 5 minutes before I go pick up Conor from daycare, so I must be brilliantly speedy.  Or speedily brilliant.  Whatever.  It is likely I will fail.

We spent the weekend tearing down trees and painting bathrooms.  The bathroom still needs one more coat of paint and I am too damn tired after working all day to finish the job.  So, it may have to wait until this weekend or until Friday night.  The color is much, much better, and we’ll have the before and after show ready on flickr pronto.

TTC with a head full of snot

In much more exciting news, my wonderful OB has given me the go-ahead to start TTC this month, despite my ENT’s desire for me to wait.  I have worked through the ENT’s main concerns by rescheduling my C/T scan before ovulation.  And the antibiotics I’m on are just fine for pregnancy, so unless the ENT insists on surgery immediately, we’re a go-ahead for starting again this month. 

Ironically, I’m taking some cough syrup, Robitussin G, which will help both with fertility and my sinus infection.  Ain’t life grand?

Basa

More adorableness than you can stand:  Basa is how Conor says Simba.  Simba was the first cat whose name Conor could say and he called her Ba.  Now, he’s trying to add the “s” sound but is apparently confused on where it should go.  He’s put it at the end.  So her name is now Basa (at least to him).  At one point, while also trying to work in the “m” sound, he started calling her M’basa, which I thought was some sort of famous politician, but I clearly am not spelling it right. 

Late for picking up my son….late for everything.

4:40:13 PM