Well, I'm here

Everyone is doing this, so I figured that I would jump on the blogging bandwagon. The baby is napping now so I figured I'd write a few things. This is the first time that he has actually been sick. I am so happy that he has made it almost 16 months without getting sick (another bonus of breatfeeding), because man is he miserable. He is a boy that likes to run, run, run and he doesn't like being cooped up in the house all day long. To be honest, I don't either. With the husband gone all day and sometimes until late at night, the baby and I are pretty much just staring at eachother. After playing trucks, legos, kitchen, and reading the same book a gazillion times, I find myself busting out the Spongebob DVD. I feel terrible because I so didn't want him to watch TV until age 3, but I'm running out of ideas here. I don't want him to turn into one of those fat, video game kids but I need a little zoning out time. I guess I'm just venting some TV guilt here because I really do feel bad that I'm using TV as a way of occupying his time instead of teaching him Latin or Algebra or reading him Dickens.