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When /I'm/ a parent, I'll never do XYZ...

...well, if only XYZ had been 'update journal', I'd be pretty close. I can barely keep up with Facebook, let alone my email. Slowwwwly becoming human again, as opposed to a monster that only emerges from her cave to make panicky calls to the pediatrician and fail miserably at A Nice Meal Out, Come On, She'll Fall Asleep In The Car.

State Of The Union:
Me: Bed and Breakfast. All joints seem to be failing, probably due to her preference for side-lying nursing. Getting more proficient at a lot of things, sadly, driving is not yet one of them. Have gotten in some decluttering and a wee bit of sewing.
He: Work goes well; big raise and bonus this year so he's a little more motivated to stay. Anemic again. :(
Her: creeping, babbling, laughing, fricken adorable. Adores tags, rattles, and her Daddy. Still refuses pacifier, dislikes but tolerates bottle on rare occasions. Does not sleep through the night or nap reliably, probably related to continued slow weight gain. Two teeth. We're waiting for the 6 month mark for solids but she's already REALLY interested. :/
Cats: coping, poor things. Yumi is incredibly tolerant. Aoshi has been brave...ish, mostly because he can't stand being alone.
House: slowly...slowly...soooo slowly working our way toward kichen remodel. Lots of other projects to finish first.
Greg: Moved back in with us, paying rent which is why we'll be able to do the kitchen remodel.

Her, update: Very happy.
Yumi, update: Rapidly losing fur.
Me, update: Gotta go.