I CAN'T HEAR YOU BECAUSE MY HEADPHONES ARE ON

I'm blasting music in my ears to cover up the sound of Leo crying. I hope I don't get used to doing this and do it if he falls on the playground when he's 4. This blog entry is for me to have something to do. I have no intentions of having it make sense. If I don't do this I'll end up buying plane tickets to Prague-internet dating--then buying a couch. All of things are fine--as long as I don't go in and pick him up. HE'S SCREAMING CRYING. Actually, I can't hear him but I can tell by the way Leslie is doing the dishes.

I gave him a bottle and he was dozing off and the minute I set him in the crib he started waving his arms and screaming like he was falling into a pit of vipers. Immediately. Maybe I set him on a tack or something.

I must do this--Leslie is here until Monday and offered to help me. Which is generous. Lots of people have offered to help. I called Lisa the first time I tried...and that worked. Then he got a cold and I couldn't do it.

My neighbors came home with their newborn little girl--Leila. They were completely HIGH. It was quite something to be around. They asked me to take a photo of them (Leslie just motioned to me that he's quiet. But I don't trust it yet..I'm gonna keep listing to Damien Rice) so I took a photo of Andy and Denise and their brand new baby girl in front of their apartment and I said "oh my god..you are the sweetest family" and Andy-who is normally very private and reserved--said "Hey! Denise..we're a family now. That's what we are. We're the Roberts family now. Wow. I hadn't hadn't thought about that." and I said "oh my god..that's gonna make start sobbing" to stop me from actually sobbing. He said it with so much--openness. They both just seemed so vulnerable and brave and high.

So Leo is quiet. I think. Andy and Denise are grilling out front--Leslie is doing the dishes...Jeff is somewhere at sea...Zach is somewhere in the city...and everyone else is where they are.

I need to stop typing. I sound like a crazy person.