I've been experiencing a bit of sensory overload these past couple days. Accalia is rarely quiet or still, it seems. Cory's mom warned me that Cory was the same way, so I'll attribute it to his side :)

I think I wrote a while ago that Cole had taken to rubbing my elbow when he nursed and it was driving me nuts. He didn't do it terribly long, but now he's grabbed on to my fingers and picking at my fingers and cuticles when he nurses. I really should invest in a nursing necklace so he has something to occupy him fingers. I have a feeling he'd definitely be a nipple twiddler if given the chance.

Cole's favorite song for me to sing lately is Snuggle Puppy from Sandra Boynton's Philadelphia Chickens. He just turns into a big lump of cuddly baby when I start singing. It cracks me up to hear it sung because Eric Stoltz sings it and that just strikes me as really funny. Of course I have the song in my head constantly now. "Ooo, Snuggle Puppy of mine! Everything about you is especially fine. I love what you are. I love what you do. Fuzzy little Snuggle Puppy, I love you."

Yesterday the kids and I were playing in the front yard when a jeep drove by with two guys in it and one of them whistled at me. LOL! Do you know how long it's been since a man other than Cory whistled at me? Takes me back to those wild college years... Uh, yeah right, Amy.