Thoughts on babies and Spring

So, Martin woke up from a very long nap, and after a bottle, he just giggled and squealed and played. A couple of hours later, trying the same things (standing him up, talking to him, tossing him the ball) and he just sort of glazed over and pressed his lips together like he was saying, "I'm ready for a nap. Do I really need to spell it out for you?" No crying, no fussing. Just a quiet plea.

He's such a good baby.

In other news, I am having tax woes. As in, we expect a huge refund (thanks to that little guy above), but we can't file until we have his Social Security number, and we can't get a number until we get a birth certificate. For that, we just have to sit on our hands and wait for our state's Department of Health to get around to processing the adoption documents and generating an amended birth certificate. This is very frustrating to me because I had plans for that money. Plans with a timeline.

One of those plans is Spring Break. We are going to the beach, and I am very much looking forward to it. Winter has me down. We need some sun, some relaxation, some finding shells on the beach with Olivia and keeping Martin from shoving sand in his mouth.

Of course, we'll go, with or without the refund in our pockets, but MAN it's going to be hard to actually SAVE the money we'll need by then. This is happening next month. NEXT MONTH. It seemed so far away when we booked this last October.

Thoughts of Spring Break, though, keep me going on days like today. Tuesdays suck the life out of me.