*Every single time I'm out with the boys and carrying Miles in the Ergo, someone asks me about it. Every single time. Yes, it is comfortable. Yes, I love it. Yes, you should buy one for your pregnant friend.
*Oscar is at the grandparents for a sleepover. It couldn't have come at a better time, particularly as he has recently become deaf to my voice and I think I may have a concussion from banging my head against the wall.
*Nelson and I have taken to calling Oscar and Miles, Big and Little. As in, "Who do you want to get out of the car, Big or Little?" It's pretty cute, although I don't think Miles is going to qualify as Little much longer. He already weighs more now then Oscar did at one year.
*Hello, Swine Flu. You're back and trying to kill my children. I hate the news. Oink.
*Miles has FINALLY cut his first tooth, and man was it a hard-won tooth. He woke up like six times on Sunday night trying to work that sucker out, but it's here! He has a sharp little egg-tooth. I love it.
*Miles? Loves spinach. Really. Wolfs it down. I watch him scarfing his spinach and I feel like I don't even know him. If Oscar so much as sees a little bit of green on his plate he reacts as though we are making an attempt on his life. That's my kid.
*We are going to the beach next week, the beach, suckers! I may post, I may not. Likely just cute baby-at-the-beach photos - eating sand, wearing silly hats, being afraid of the surf, beating each other in the head with trucks. You'll love it.
*Nelson was really sick last night - running a 103 degree fever and everything, my poor hubby. I guessed it was just a virus like the one Oscar had this past weekend that kept him up all night Saturday (103.5, poor baby.) Nelson guessed it was Swine Flu or Lyme's Disease. Guess who was right. (Hint: He is well on the mend today.)
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It’s us, but in dead animal form. But not really dead because they weren’t ever alive. Undead? No. That makes them sound like vampires. So not that. Fuck. I don’t know the word. Hey, how long can a title be? Because this seems excessive. Someone should stop me. Jesus. This is as bad as 280-character twitter.