Fun Was Had By All

Last night we met some friends for dinner at my favorite Mexican restaurant, El Mezcal, to celebrate two birthdays - one 27 year-old (me) and one 21 year-old (T). I had one margarita, and I must say that since my drinking has been severely limited over the past year and a half, I've become a severe lightweight! Not that I was ever a 'heavyweight' to begin with, but after not drinking at all for 9 months, then only having a rare occasional drink since then, I notice the effects of alcohol really easily. Thankfully because my metabolism is a bit boosted right now from breastfeeding, the effects go away quickly as well. I'm just glad I didn't do anything embarrassing...

DTTF got me a 2 GB memory card for my camera. That's right. 2 GB. I popped it in my camera last night and squealed with delight when it came up saying I could take 2,128 photos! Over 2,000 photos! ON ONE CARD! I'm going to have to invest in rechargeable batteries...

He also got me the first season of Heroes on DVD. I kept catching every other episode or something, and then I'd catch the same episodes over and over again on re-runs, but I really WANTED to watch the show! So, now I can! At my leisure! Which means I can start watching an episode, and when Tree Faerie demands my attention, I can pause it. And rewind it. And fast-forward it. I'm in heaven!

My birthday was a very pleasant one right up until about 11PM. I was already in bed fast asleep when Tree Faerie once again just started screaming. I have no idea what was wrong, but I finally had to fully wake her up to get her to calm down. Once she woke up fully, she was fine. We talked and snuggled for a few minutes, then we rocked for a while until she went back to sleep. She was fine after that. Before I laid her back down, I imagined a white cocoon surrounding her and whispered the description to her, which is something I used to do myself when I'd have nightmares. I used to have a lot of recurring nightmares, most of which I can still remember in vivid detail today. I'm really starting to think these are night terrors, not separation anxiety. The way she screams really just tears my heart out. I don't know what to do except to make her as comfortable as possible and let her know I'm here and I love her.