Everything hurts and it has for a while. A long while. That's why I don't write much. I'm whiny, and I know how fun that is for everyone to read. Also, the stools we have for our counter are too tall anyway, but add a short, sore, pregnant, whiny girl who has nothing to say, and the motivation to write is pretty low.
So, quick catch up:
Hurrah for democracy!
Annika carries 2-4 binkies with her at all times. If she knows there is one in a drawer or somewhere out of sight, she'll say "pease? pease? pease?" until we hand her yet another binky.
We're looking forward to Thanksgiving and turkey.
My house is not very clean.
Annika's room is almost done.
I'm still swimming, but getting slower.
I crave red meat.
We watch too much tv. By "we", I mean me and Annika.
I've been to the lab three days in a row and get to go back next week. Grrr.
My back hurts, so that's all. Told you.
2 comments:
Annika's a hoarder! Yay! My girls roam around the house carrying full armloads of random small toys. Much consternation ensues if a toy falls out of the hoard and they don't have a free finger to pick it up.
Sorry you hurt. Sorry you have uncomfortable seating. Sorry you get to spend so much of your spare time in the lab. Whine all you want (it's your blog). We all adore your tired aching pregnant hilarious self.
Cynthia,
You are hilarious and we miss you. Michael and I just spent 20 minutes reading your blog and laughing hysterically. You are the greatest. We're going to go have some milk now and go to bed :)
Helen and Michael
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