I seriously need Dave to come home. Last night I had dreams that I was Obama's undercover cuddle buddy...nothing sexual at all, but I dreamt that I had to be careful when I would hold hands with or cuddle with Obama because we knew that there was always going to be people watching and wanting to expose us to the world. Weird. Then in another dream I was in some America's Next Top Model runway show thingy and checking out Rajon Rondo. What the heck? Even in my dreams I knew my dreams were weird. What this tells me is that I have been watching TOO MUCH TV because all of these people/things came from things I saw on tv. So dumb.

Today we took Caleb to Pearlridge. Yesterday we took him to Waikele. It's getting a lot easier to take him out and about now...especially knowing how to plan outings around feedings and stuff. He still doesn't love sitting in his stroller...he'll be okay for a little bit, then will need to be carried cuz he gets fussy. I see some pretty big kids in strollers...Dave and I said Caleb better be walking on his own by the time he's that big. We'll see.

I gave Caleb a bath by myself for the second time yesterday. Usually Dave helps me so when I'm pau washing him he can grab him and dry and clothe him. I'm always scared that I'm going to drop him when he's all wet and slippery...but if I just wear a junkie shirt then I can cradle his wet body to mine and it's all good.

I was reading some scary movie reviews and then I started getting all freaked out. It freaks me out when I'm talking to Caleb and he looks just past me, like right over my shoulder, and it seems like he sees something. I'm a wuss...sometimes I turn around to look (and feel like an idiot) and other times I'm too scared and don't turn around (and feel even more like an idiot).