What a crummy week. The rain and miserable weather are getting to me. At least I don't work outside like Ian. Poor bastard.
I did have a good weekend in spite of the weather. Friday was spend exchanging increasingly silly emails with a large group of friends, and Friday evening I went over to Emmett's place with said group to hang out. We chatted and geeked some, and then we decided to watch 'V for Vendetta.' The movie was even better the second time around, I was able to pick up on some of the more subtle details that I missed the first time. Saturday Ian got up bright and early for work, only to appear home shortly after that because of the weather. We hung out, went for breakfast with friends, did stuff around the house. That night was our Arthurian LARP, at which the Knights of Camelot fought the prettiest, girliest Roman army ever (the women all hid in the keep, so we got to play the Romans in our lovely gowns and tiaras). Ian worked Sunday, and Mary and I....um....I don't think we did anything other than hang out and cuddle on the couch.
Over the past few days Mary has been incredibly clumsy, and every time she falls she hits/scrapes her poor little nose. It's very red now, and has a huge scrape right on the end. She looks like she gets beaten on a regular basis, poor little thing. I'll try to get a picture of it tomorrow so I can show you all, it's quite pathetic. She's also developed a very bad case of diaper rash, the poor baby. It's nasty, and she freaks out every time her diaper needs changing because she knows it's going to hurt to have her bum wiped. It's actually bleeding, and the penatin cream doesn't seem to help. Do you think I ought to take her to the doctor now, or wait a little while longer?
Okay. It's late. I need to sleep now. G'nite everyone!