Hey there, internet! How have you been? It's been so long.
Life has been quiet around here lately. I've basically grown to the size of an orca and am having a less than fun time waddling around the house and school. Eight and a half more weeks. . .
I'm in my final push of productivity at school. Lots of extra stuff going on, and I'm working hard to get all of my ducks in a row so that I can be all "Peace out! See you in August!" come baby-having time. But it's hard work, and my body isn't so keen on hard work these days. It'll be fine. Eight and a half more weeks.
Hmmmmm, what else?
Yeah, I've really got nothing. Unless you want me to gripe about how stupid the season finale of Downton Abbey was* or gush about what a wonderful husband Matt has been lately** or fret over how we will ever handle two tiny people in our house at the same time*** Oh, and we visited our faves last weekend and got to watch Charlie and Pip be hilarious together. And I finally got a new ipod. And I learned that the sex of an alligator is determined by the temperature of the egg during incubation, and it kind of blew my mind.
So that's what you get. That and pictures, which was the real reason for me to do a post. Gots to keep dem grandparents satisfied!
(You were probably smarter before you read this post.)
You might think he is waving, but he is not. He is dancing. Charles refuses to wave.
And in case you were curious about how a yogurt-eating dinosaur sounds:
*I mean, seriously? It made me ashamed to watch the show.
**A husband who gets flowers is nice, but a husband who buys you a Publix sub and has it waiting in the oven for you all hot and melty when you walk in the door after work? Well that man is a prince!
***Answer: you gotta do what you gotta do, I suppose. Also, wine.