When It's Supposed to Rain, but doesn't...

Ed has taken to sitting on his knees when he drinks out of his sippy cup. I don't really understand it, but it has caused him to actually topple over backwards a handful of times when he gets too much arch in his back. You'd think he would learn. Maybe he gets a rush from it?

Here he is drinking with his buddy, Lizzie. She came over with her parents today and was a welcome sight at 6pm. When I'm by myself, it's that period from about 4-7, that feels like it lasts 23 of the 24 hours in a day. I'm tired, Eddie is tired, we don't feel like going anywhere.

This is when neighbors with kids become your saviors, giving you someone to communicate with and your child someone else to play with besides you.


This self-portrait turned out pretty well. Eddie looks like a line-backer getting ready for the play. That is, he is getting ready to lunge for the camera. I really don't want him to be a football player (too rough). I'd rather he play baseball I know--he can get popped in the head by a 90mph fast ball instead.
I can fit into my pre-pregnancy jeans! They really do fit, too. Not in the if-I-just-suck-it-in-a-little-more and don't eat today way, but really and truly. I still have plenty of pants that still don't fit, but yipee!