Coffee and toast

I'm sitting here enjoying my morning cup of coffee with some toast. And thinking.

Dorothy is doing really well, crawling all over and getting into everything. I think she'll be pulling herself up soon. She's still working on cutting 3 teeth at once, so we've had some crabby days lately. And of course she throws fits and cries for mommy more than anything else. I'll take that as a sign that she is healthily attached. She tries to help me sort the dirty laundry, which I find decidedly disgusting, especially when she tries sucking on the dirty socks. Ick. Ack. Foot germs.

I finished my math class with the top grade in the class. I'm still working on my computer class, which at this point I have a 97% in. I just have to keep myself from making stupid online-class fumbles. We have no information on the final exam yet, so I don't even know exactly what I should be studying. Due to the sheer volume of information it's almost impossible to decide what he thinks might be important, especially since there is no lecture to go off of. Good thing it's open-book!

Hehe, I have to go. Within the time it took me to write this, Dorothy pooped her diaper and fell asleep in the middle of the floor with her thumb in her mouth.