Since it is the very last day of 2007 I felt I had to get one last posting in this year, even though it is totally ludicrous for me to be spending time on this right now. In addition to being the last day of 2007 this was the very first day I was all alone with both boys for an entire day. It's only 3:45 now, but as Fraser, Hammie and I are all still alive, I feel comfortable saying it is going pretty well. This is especially impressive, I flatter myself, as Fraser is sick and totally miserable (see photo for incontrovertible evidence).

Actually, despite the fact that Fraser is a booger faced whiny disaster zone, I've really enjoyed being alone with him today. I'm not saying I don't appreciate all the help I've gotten from my parents and my mother-in-law (especially from my father, who has been a huge [if much abused] helper, and who I fully expected to run screaming from the house at several points during the past week) but it has been nice to have Fraser come to me again when he needs something or just wants to chat.

Of course, I am starting to appreciate the challenges having two children this close in age presents too. This morning I was nursing Hammie and Fraser wanted to sit on my lap, so I told him I couldn't right now and he needed to wait. Fraser proceeded to start crying and leave the living room. He went into the playroom where he continued to whimper sadly until I finished nursing and went in to find him sitting alone in his pop-up bus he got for Christmas. It was so sad but so adorable at the same time.

A bonus to Fraser being sick is that he was willing to chill out on the couch for several hours today (not in a row of course). At one point I had Hammie asleep on my chest and Fraser asleep on my lap. Since I didn't want to risk waking either of them by moving I sat and watched half of the movie Cars like that. I guess in addition to all those job titles they say mothers should have (chauffeur, cook, therapist) they can add "human mattress" too.

Finally, here is Hammie's one month picture. He is getting bigger every time I look at him. He's definitely not sleeping any longer though. Last night I actually tried to bargain with him, "please, just go to sleep now and I promise I won't throw you out the window, no matter what I might later say." I think the sleep deprivation may be starting to effect my judgment...