Why are some days so very difficult?  And why do those days always land on the same day that you have a ton to do?  Is it karma, is it coincidence or is it the devil’s holiday in your life?  I’ve done the horrible thing of getting frustrated with my 5 1/2 month old baby and I let him see it.  As I’m frantically running around trying to get everything done I need to do today and wondering, well what if I just feed Gavin food and reserve the little formula I have left for a bottle tonight?  Is that so bad, because I’m not really sure when I’m going to be able to get to the store tonight.  But then again in this fast paced world, somewhere is always open with formula waiting to be bought and exhausted, bleary eyed mom’s lined up buying it at midnight.  And I thought they weren’t suppose to eat so much until they were teenagers anyway.  And shouldn’t the solids be filling him up longer than this?  I fear Gavin’s teen years, can we lower the driving age to 12, so he can go to the store too?  I forsee having to shop often and buy a whole bunch of food, and I get the strange feeling that leftovers will be a word we will forget in this household.  Here’s some irony: I’m eating less and more healthy, Ben’s eating more and more healthy, and Gavin is putting us to shame with an empty stomach.  Maybe he has four stomachs like a cow.  I love him to death, and soon he will be master of his eating domain and I’m sure I’ll miss all the times we had together while I fed him.  But the octupus battle of no mommy holds the spoon, no you can’t have the jar of food, oh no please don’t blow raspberries right after I put the disgusting mashed peas in your mouth, o.k. it is cute, but still, please don’t, yes you can help hold the spoon and get it into your mouth, but yes you actually have to open your mouth when you put the spoon to it.  And no that tongue game you are playing isn’t as much fun for me as it is you.  Yes, I will continue to make the weird sounds you find so hilarious and which prompt you to open wide.  O.K. while writing this my stress level is decreasing and I’m starting to think I can make it through the day now.  I’m still nervous about tonight, we are doing what’s called show and tell at the adoption class.  We have to tell our adoption story and answer questions for the other prospective adoptive parents.  It won’t be bad, I’m sure, it’s just nerve racking to talk to that group.  And of course I have to get laundry done so we have something clean to wear and then Olivia is going to be here later than usual and so I’ve had to make plans for her to be watched by someone else for a bit.  O.K. I’m doing it again, no more thinking of all there is to do, just go step by step.  Oh and now I feel really bad, Olivia just fell asleep in the jumper, how adorable.