Ok, you can beat me with a wet noodle. I suck at this whole "keeping people informed" thing. I don't call my mom, either. Though, I suppose, if you knew my mom, you might understand that one. :D j/k
Ok, the quick round-about:
The Boy is 21 months old and cranking along with life. His current favorite things are coloring, Elmo, and delaying bed time by claiming he has to go potty.
We have moved into the toddler bed because someone-who-will-go-unmentioned practiced the 3/4 pike with a 1/2 twist off the top of his crib a few weeks ago. So now we have a big-boy bed (complete with Elmo sheets, thanks to Mommy), but now bed-time is a new struggle, as we can leave the bed and walk right up to our door gate and howl down the hallway.
Good times.
The job is ok. My boss is annoying, but I get paid enough to ignore him.
That's about it. Oh, the Girl and I are headed to the Chicagoland area this weekend to visit my sister and brother-in-law. We can't wait, especially sinced this is the first trip to their new house. My mom will be watching the Boy, hopefully she follows my directions. We'll see.
