Oh, hooray, he's sleeping! There was a scheduling mixup at work, which meant that I had to work a day shift, which in itself is not bad, but that meant that David had to drop Austin off at my work, where the boy proceeded to scream like somebody was removing his toes everytime he saw me but could not somehow attach himself to me. (David was a little bit early so he had to push Austin around in a shopping cart, which gave him some time in which to purchase some toothpaste.)

And then, on the bus, the really crowded bus filled with people angry because it's raining here in San Francsico when it shouldn't be, our little Choogler screamed all the way home. What did he want? I do not know. Perhaps he wanted to try and walk on the wildly bucking bus. Or maybe he wanted to lick the grooves on the bus floor, where all the gross bus things flow. Whatever it was I didn't let him do it so he screamed and screamed and then continued to scream. And then he screamed again. I think people thought I was pinching him but it's hard to tell because nobody would make eye contact with me and my loud, angry child.

We eventually made it indoors, after explaining to Austin that even though certain movies and Broadway musicals make walking in the rain seem exciting and romantic it is not always so. Especially if you are walking at the pace of a one year old. We walked about one block and then I just picked him up and hustled home, carrying the umbrella and the groceries and the screaming baby who was trying to bend himself into a pretzel in my arms.

Now tell me people, are these the days that I will look back at with a tender heart filled with nostalgia, or are there other days that I have not been told about yet? And why can David get Austin to sleep now and I can't? And why do I have to drag my child back to work tomorrow so I can be fitted for "work approved shoes?" That last one is easy, it's the lawyers. I wonder if a lawyer will watch Austin for me while I visit the shoe-mobile. Yes, people, apparently there is such a thing.