Well, as you have noticed, I’ve changed the layout. I have been comfortable staying with old versions of WordPress (the software) and so I haven’t felt like changing the theme because they wouldn’t work properly, but then finally gave in and upgraded the software and wanted an updated theme that I could play around with a bit more. So now I have “recent entries” and “recent comments” sections as well as updated links and an Etsy widgit.
Hope you like it.
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This conversation took place while I was cooking dinner:
Clive: How long until our next baby?
Me: I don’t know, a long time.
Clive: Are you pregnant now?
Me: Not that I know of, why?
Clive: I dunno, I just thought you were.
Me: Uh, do you think I look fat?
Clive: No, quite the opposite actually [blah blah my stomach looks really flat blah blah]
Me: Well, why do you think I am pregnant?
Clive: It’s just a feeling…
and then, after more pestering:
Clive: Well, you got pregnant the last time we had sex!
Ooooooh diss!
He was too lazy to go to the dollar store (there’s no way I’m paying full dollar for a “feeling” of his for a brand name test) to get a pregnancy test. I still haven’t even gotten my period yet (it’s been since December 06!), so I really don’t think I am pregnant (though there always is a possibility, I suppose).
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Clive and I have managed to break our first bones within a week of one another. Last Wednesday while playing goalie position at hockey practice, Clive got a puck under his glove (or something) and within a couple of hours it’d bruised and although he could still bend it, we realized that one of the bones had likely been fractured. He’s been wearing a splint and otherwise has been fine (besides having an excuse not to change as many diapers), but the bruising was pretty intense.
I said, “you know, you’re going to have to move out if you lose your nail.” Without argument, he said, “I know.”
Then this morning as I was going into the bathroom to wash my face before driving Clive to work, I somehow managed to step on the bathmat with one foot and slide the bathmat with the other foot causing a large ripple in the material which I stubbed my toes on, resulting in a loud SNAP and then a shooting pain in my middle toe on my left foot.
Bruising started almost immediately, and within two and a half hours, my toe looked like this:
A few hours later, the bruising worsened:
And by the end of the day, looked like this.
It hurts to walk, and Ash has already come down on my toe with all of the weight from the top part of his body. He’s a menace lately and yesterday he even bit me on the shoulder during a nice hug I was giving him. He changed overnight and went from a darling little baby to this whining toddler who isn’t happy with anything. Maybe it’s a phase. Maybe it’s a phase that’ll last for the next five years. I’m scared.
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Last but not least: I cannot get over how much Ash looks like me when I was a baby. I’m not sure if you can grasp it, especially those of you who don’t know him in person, but these pictures could be of Ash. They are so, so, so eerily similar. I have flashes of what it’ll be like when he’s a teenager and looks exactly like his mother and his friends make fun of him.
It’s SO WEIRD! I love genetics.
