In which I tear out my own eyeballs

I am unwinding. Attempting to. For the last half hour or so Noah has been shrieking about one toy or another that he ejected from his crib. A fruitless attempt to lure me in once again and engage me in negotiations to come downstairs. And when that doesn't work, he'll break out the heartrending "Don't go away, Mommy" accompanied by puppy dog eyes so large the likes of which can surely only be found in Texas where everything is, and I quote, "bigger." ...more