I have move beyond the realm of Slightly Uncomfortable to Majorly Uncomfortable. It's time to move up ANOTHER pant size and although, by some miracle of God, my cankles went down for the shower, they are now back to super-sized proportions. Ankle bone? What's that?
Other than knowing what the Pilsbury Dough Boy must feel like on a daily basis, there's really no new news to share. I've got five more weeks to go--seven or eight if you consider the munchkin might decide he's rather cozy right where he is and stays put.
Work is work. I'm actually kind of excited to be off for twelve weeks. I know I'll have my hands full with the baby, but at least I won't have to deal with ridiculous deadlines. This is by far one of the best agencies I've worked at in terms of liking the people I work with, but it's still just something I do, not something I love to do.
July 19, 2007
Pink eye can't believe it isn't over. // Swiss Baby. // Goodbye Grandma Champine. // Family Portrait. // Check 'em out. // Postponed. // Not long now. // Tuckered out. // Boo boo. // New news. // Oh, hello. // Here we go again. // Something New! // Surrender. // Update. // Third day on the job. // Our second official illness. // Our first official illness. // Usually, I like being in control. // Daycare. // Awww... // Motherhood. // Our little adventure. // That time of year again. // Mini-Me. // Two weeks and two days. // His very own website. // Super star. // Mason Alexander Keberly. // Taking his sweet time. // Locked and loaded. // Request. // Hi Dad. // Two and a half weeks left. // Just checking in. // Welcome to my crib. // I cain't see! // Check this out. // It's official. I'm huge. // Today. Tonight. Tomorrow. // Experiencing technical difficulties. // Venting. // Rocky Road ice cream anyone? // Dad, how do you do it? // Nursery. // Mason Alexander Keberly. // Place your bets. // The Keblet. // Double whammy. // The Keblet. // *Barf* // Can't sleep. // *Waves* // Dad. // Lala. // Happy anniversary, mom and dad! // Operation: New bathroom. // Happy Birf-day, dear husband of mine... // Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you... // My best Rick James impersonation. // Good bye. // More randomness. // Random thoughts. // Careful. I bite. // Grumpy smurf. // Fruits of our Labor Day. // Ridiculous. // Human barometer. // Welcome home, dad. // There's no place like home. // Flatulence. // Hungry, apparently. // Jobs. // Teefs. // Cavities. // Bad mood. // Finally. // Weddings. // Dad. // Mom. // Mean. // Oh no. // Move along. Nothing to see here. // Stuff. // Tuesday. The day after Monday. // Bored. Or is it boring? // Two things. // Feeling Green. // Accepted. // Good day. // Sis. Boom. Bah. // Monday. // Weekend. // Gone. // Closed. //