"i kissed you and i got snorted at"

Today was a trying day. Baby Walter has developed the same sinus cold that his father brought home from school/work earlier this week. Nothing like an uncomfortable baby to obliterate any and all plans for the day. There was a list, it didn't get done, but that's okay. Eric the Handyman came over and entertained us while fixing all the broken things in the apartment. I call that a fair trade.

After years of saying I would never read them, Baby Walter and I started listening to Lemony Snicket's. The flaw is that they are truly depressing. So I grabbed another Amelia Peabody book for balance. Unfortunately The Falcon at the Portal is not the usual bucket of humor straight from the page to my heart. I picked up my biography on Hadrian acknowledging a failure before I even began. I stopped and read Walter is Worried to Baby Walter. There among the pages, which Walter was persistently grabbing for, I found my happy ending. Perhaps I should have become a children's librarian instead of spending all of those years studying Art History. Or maybe I should use my knowledge and write a children's book of my own.

Jamie Lee Curtis did it. How hard can it be? Incidentally, this adoption tale is one of my son's favorite books. Four months and he already wishes his gene pool had a different origin.