So...what do you think? I'm still toying with some things, as much as Sam will let me. Frankly, I'm shocked as anything that he's let me do so much. Eric kept him occupied for a good long time yesterday so I could finish the bulk of it. At the moment he's asleep on my lap - much better than awake on my lap, due to his newfound obsession with whacking at the keyboard at every opportunity. Makes it difficult to type, certainly.

Therein lies a major problem lately. While Sam is occasionally happy to let me sit at the computer, he's not content to actually let me do any uninterrupted work. An entry? Ha! Eric can and does watch him in the evenings, but the imminent arrival of the first of Sam's pearly whites has transformed him into a less than agreeable playmate, which frustrates Eric. Nursing calms him, and only one of us can do that. Everything suffers at the expense of keeping Sam in a good mood.

Not that I'm being stingy on that front. It kills me to see him in such discomfort.

Hence, then, the addition to the journal of a more easily updated weblog. I still very much enjoy chronicling my life, and hopefully this will help me fill in the gaps with the little things that might otherwise go unrecorded.

Speaking of important events, though, here's one that bears mentioning: yesterday afternoon, Sam rolled over, back to front, for the first time. He's been trying for so long that I was wondering if he'd ever get there. he hasn't done it again, but we've all been given new hope.

I'm afraid this will have to be a brief entry. Sammy's waking up, and he'll be demanding attention again. He's been needy all day; I had to vaccuum and make the bread while wearing him in the sling, fending off his "helping hands." He wouldn't even consider sitting in his chair or on the floor to watch.

I've got a lot to accomplish before we leave town for Grandma's Thanksgiving on Wednesday evening. I need to do laundry, find a sitter for the guinea pigs, and do both grocery shopping (Mom wants me to bring her Dole raisins, which aren't sold in her area anymore) and some holiday shopping for a Secret Santa exchange, the mailing deadline of which is Saturday.

Oh, I hope like crazy that Sam's tooth comes in in the next few days so he's not so miserable in the car. Last night I dreamed that he cut six teeth at once.

Little guy's awake. Bread needs punched. I must away! If I'm not back here before Thursday, have a great Thanksgiving.