mellybrelly | more anxiety

My little baby who sat so peacefully while I showered every day for almost 8 months has now decided that the devil is eating me and he must scream while I am behind the vile curtain. Even a nurse didn't calm him, cheerios did the trick. Now he's sitting there grinning at me every time I look at him, relieved that he saved me from the evils.

I found a jumperoo on craigslist last night for a decent price, so Paxton and I are going to pick it up. I made it sound like Tim and I were coming to get it, in case they are crazy-craigslist-jumperoo-killers. Then off to Carters because everything is half price and my baby needs some new sleepers.

She doesn't know yet, but if we aren't too tired, I might call

vitainpalus to see if we can stop in for a short visit.

I started watching Firefly and one of the episodes freaked me out before bed. It wouldn't have been scary if I were watching it with Tim downstairs, but I was watching it in the dark, in bed, with a sleeping baby who may be able to save me from the shower devil, but cannot save me from my own imagination. Thankfully I fell asleep without too much issue.