The world was transformed

What a game for the Indians last night! Mike woke me up so I could catch the 11th inning, and I'm so glad he did. They really needed a win. Now here's hoping for two good wins in front of the hometown crowd Monday and Tuesday. We had to give up our tickets for Tuesday's game, but I'll still be pulling for them from my spot on the couch.

Things are better than in my last post. The majority of crappy stuff has passed us by, and hopefully things will continue to improve. Grady's butt is less red, and if he doesn't shoot poop everywhere or barf all over the crib tonight, I'll consider him cured. Of course, this will be the first night in five he hasn't done one of those two things, so I'm not feeling too optimistic on that front. Watch, Evan will start up next.

Evan went to his first birthday party for a classmate over the weekend, and he had a great time. The party was at a bowling alley, and Ev wanted me to just drop him off at the front door instead of coming in. I can't believe he's trying to ditch me already. But I did leave once I made sure he was settled with the party group, as I didn't want to cramp his style. When I returned at the end of the afternoon, he was squeezed into a booth at the snack bar with 7 other little kindergarten sized guys, eating cake and making disgusting jokes. It was beyond cute.

I'd write more, but I'm tired. The long nights with Grady have done a number on me--I feel all out of sorts. If I get to bed now, maybe I can get a good few hours in without interruption. Wish me luck.