the scream

ugh. i tried to take mr smear downstairs for a bit before my mom picked us up for the evening's celebrations, and it involved a lot of crying and screaming and hurt feelings. and boy, was he unhappy when he learned that he still wasn't getting back the toy he'd been screaming for because he'd been screaming for it. i feel like he should understand how that works by now.

anyway, he had a good time at the temple, dancing his plush torah around during the hakafot until he was too tired to remain standing. he woke up on the way home, though, so i still had to read to him, but overall the evening was a pleasant recovery from the afternoon.

and i even spent some time on my book project and made some good progress. but it's now late, and i have to be functional for work tomorrow. good night, weekend.