The answer is never. Never ever. I have come to believe that life will never be slow or boring again. In theory our lives are not busy or stressful. In reality they are both. So I sat down and started looking at blogger I realized that I had not posted in 2 1/2 months. Then I started to ponder why it was I was such a slacker. Oh right, becuase of the afore mentioned busy & stress thing. Jeff still has a rediculous amount of credits he is taking and a teacher who assigns him pretty much a book a week to read. Durring the week when he's not in class or reading he is now out shoveling cow dung (litteraly) on the Romriell Ranch. Then on the weekends he works (or tries to) on whatever car we currently have getting ready to sell and then he tries to cram in some projects around the house somewhere in between. But don't feel too bad for him yet... Sunday? He sits on his butt and watches football uninterupted all day!! And as much as it pains me to say this, he deserves it. Don't tell him I said that.
As for me, only 2 months left on making this crazy baby boy. I realized the other day that I pretty much had not even begun to even THINK about what I needed to do before we have him. So of course since then I have been stressing out about it. Which is probably good because as we all know, there is a TON to do before a new baby arrives, and I was not joking in the slightest when I say I haven't even thought about it. So if anyone needs something to do....
Alex. Crazy kid. He split his head open last week which was pretty sad and made us feel like bad parents. We opted for no stitches since it was, again, on the back of his head and the scar will be covered with hair and the bleeding stopped pretty quickly. However, anywhere else and we would'a been cruising to the E.R. It was pretty nasty, but is now scabbing up nicely and doesn't seem to bug him much. He's getting skinny and smart too. If you ask him to count for you there is no way he'll do it, but if he thinks you aren't listening he'll count away. The other day he counted 8 toys in the tub with no problem. However if you try to get him to count it goes a little like this: one, two, three, four, three, three, three, one, three, etc. Stinking kid. If you ask him where his little brother is, he will point to his own stomach. If you ask him what his little brother's name is he usually says Bruce (the shark from Finding Nemo.) But I like to correct him and get him to say Luke because he says Yuke. It's cute how he says it.
That is pretty much our lives in a nutshell. Hope everything is well with everyone, and I'll try to not be such a slacker from now on!
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