Best Monday Ever

The Boy and I got along famously on Monday. Nothing in particular was good, but we clicked on a "normal routine." Book time ("Moo, Baa, Lalala") , music time (he strummed the strings instead of grabbing them), dog walk, the works. Even when there is no high drama, we manage to fill the day.

Regular readers might remember that Mondays are difficult around the Monkey House. After spending all weekend with both parents -- and nursing more or less on demand -- Mondays inaugurate long stretches of monoparental frustration and no nursing whatsoever between 6:30am and 5:30pm. So Mondays are a little rough.

Today went a little downhill, though. The Monkey is congested, he's teething, and the Monkey Mama stayed home from work today with a cold. And the big family trip to California is coming up this weekend...