all before seven am.

so...someone put crack in my food last night. that's the only thing i can come up with.

i got up at 430 this morning. pratt was stirring in his bed. he woke me. i could hear him giggling to himself and that is enough to get me up. i hate hearing him playing in there all alone. so i went in and found him pushing up on his arms to look at me. then he smiled.

so i fed him. i could tell he was hungry. i knew it because he's usually asleep at 430...and because when he gets hungry, he doesn't really fuss anymore. now, it's that he puts his two middle fingers in his mouth. and he was doing that. and drooling everywhere. which means he's hungry. three months ago, i would have never dreamed that i'd know these things. funny what a little time does for you.

i put him back down and he fell fast asleep. so i got up, put my workout clothes on and visited with tony horton. for those of you who don't know who this is...it's the p90x guy. he's awesome. i mean, he says really dorky things at times...but his "extreme home fitness" program kicks my butt. today was shoulders and arms. one of my faves.

after about an hour and ten minutes of working out, i cleaned out our refrigerator. then cleaned out the tubs under our sink. threw away old stuff, and just stood everything upright again.

i made clint fresh squeezed orange juice. and not just any orange juice. blood orange...orange juice. if you haven't had blood oranges, you should try them. they are great.

let's see, i made clint lunch. put up the clean dishes from the dishwasher. added fresh water to my flowers. and took out the trash.

all before seven am. who knows...i totally want to go get in the bed right now. and this is my one productive day of the week. that's pretty much all i have. one out of seven. not bad.

a few things to document:

yesterday, pratt tried to crawl. he did what i would call a scooch. you know, where he pulls his knees in to his chest...but can't figure out what to do with his arms. almost like he has so much leg strength, but no arm strength. it was so cute. at one point, he started going backwards. i'll have to get a video of this. it's really funny!

last night i was putting him to bed. we were standing at the bottom of the stairs, and turned to say goodnight to daddy. clint waved to him and said, "goodnight pratt." i started waving back at clint. a pretty exaggerated wave. you know, where you open and close your full hand. well, he's not good with deliberate movements, but we're pretty sure he pulled his left arm over and tried to wave with it. i screamed and started running around the room! i probably scared him so bad, he'll never do it again...

one more thing. he loves when you get right down by him. turn your head away from him, then turn back and say, "boo!". but not too loud. he will just fall out laughing. so sweet!

have wonderful hump days!