Wednesday Night

It's 10:42 pm. The Red Sox are in extra innings, bottom of the 10th against the Indians in Cleveland. To my left, the husband is snoring. To my right, his cat is snoring. I'm defragging my laptop. Annika is wearing brown striped pajamas and is sound asleep on the couch. My mother-in-law went to the casino. I should go to bed when the game is over. I want to post photos from our trip to Ohio. It was nearly a month ago. And phone pix.

Annika is eating solid foods now. She loves peas. Peaches, pears, squash, sweet potatoes are all good. Carrots, not so much. She can make the ASL sign for "milk" when she's thirsty, which involves opening and closing a clenched hand. Think of the motion of milking a cow. ASL is delightfully literal, I'm starting to learn. So we can communicate with the 5 month old on at least this one word. But we don't always get it right away. Annika also makes a very insistent "mmmmmmmuh!" sound and frantically signs with both hands when we don't read the sign fast enough. In defense of her dense parents, it's sometimes it's hard to tell if she's excited or if she's thirsty, since the hand gestures are remarkably similar for the two moods.

Aaron just woke up. It's 2 outs, bottom of the 10th. Boston 6, Cleveland 5. Man on 1st. Papelbon is on the mound. Time's running out on the game . . . . Gonna get back to it. ;)