Mome reads Mommy, My daughter's way to spell it when she was younger... It stuck. My son calls me Mome... just like it looks. I now sign all my notes to them "Love, Mome". It's our inside secret and makes them smile. I always want them to smile.

Wednesday, July 9, 2008

Got a late start

More like wine at 5:45.
My son had a friend over all day and he just wears me out. Always needs something, and is not only impatient, but tattles about everything. I can be sitting in the room and someone accidentally kicks a pillow to the floor and he's telling me about it. It drives me nuts. But my son likes his company, so I tolerate him. He is 2 years older than my soon to be 5 year old and it will be nice in the Fall when Hunter will have the chance to make more friends his age. He is standing up to him more and more, and not tolerating his bossiness, it's great to see him grow more confident but I feel bad for his friend. Enough, it's an old subject.
Today I was pretty unproductive. Sat in my "office" (Chair in the corner of the living room) on the computer most the day. I'm in the midst of "trying" to develop a website, but have lost momentum and honestly have no idea what I'm doing. I have an idea, and am studying the concept of web development, so it's going to be a long process. I'm learning a lot, so it's good for my brain, I just get distracted and lose interest from time to time.
Time to get dinner on the table.
Have a glass of wine on me.
Today's wine: Barefoot, Shiraz


  1. Thanks for stopping by my blog.

    Sounds like you have an interesting neighbor kid... and I also think that web development is strange and hard to get... hang in there!

  2. Welcome to the crazy world of blogging! In celebration of your new blog I'll be enjoying a glass of wine over dinner -


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