Crying jag
Poor Henry went on a major crying jag around 6:15 this morning. It sounded like the world was ending. He was vitually inconsolable. I gave him his pacifier and patted him on the back and he seemed like he was settling back into sleep, but then I think he realized that he had allowed himself to be settled down so he started back up again, full throttle. I decided to feed him and put him back down. As soon as he hit his mattress he rolled over and conked right out. I climbed back into bed but couldn't get back to sleep, partly because it was almost 7AM anyway, and partly because the dog kept smacking her lips, so here I am. I just saw a preview on E! for "Silent Hill". It looks really creepy.
There's talk of a Nor'easter heading our way, just in time for the trip to Boston. Should make car travel interesting. On the bright side, there's nothing like a little snow to justify the purchase of one of those really thick hot chocolate's you can buy at the rest stops on the Mass Pike. I have a lot of laundry and packing to do. I think I'll psyche myself up for it over some maple syrup and brown sugar oatmeal...