The Skinny

I've tried a couple other times this week to come up with something interesting or witty to write on this blog. But truth be told, I'm just not feeling that witty lately. And for goodness sake, my life has been far from interesting for quite some time. So, I'll just give you the skinny on life these days and give it to you straight.

This week, I worked some, Dylan worked some, and Gavin fell in love with a miniature flashlight. He also has been getting into the fireplace, pulling himself up to standing at every given opportunity (even in the bathtub...yikes), feeding the dogs from his high chair and then subsequently receiving a nip on the hand, refusing to grow out of the "screaming for no reason" phase, and waking up miserably early. We're talking 4:40am today. Super uncool. Good thing he's the most exceptionally cute baby I've ever seen. When I pick him up at the end of the day, his face lights up and he crawls to me at warp speed. It makes my heart smile. And then I hear about how he was discovered standing in the Pack N Play and rattling the entire thing after his nap today, and it makes me fear that I will have my hands very, very full with him for the next 18+ years. He turned 10 months old this week, he still hasn't had a haircut, and I think I see more teeth popping through his gums. We shared a visit with Jess and Drew today and loved catching up with our pals. (Though G and Drew see each other every day at Dawn's, so I guess they didn't have much catching up to do.) That just about covers it for Gavin.

Out for sushi

Anything to keep him quiet and entertained.

Dad is his fav

Getting mobile in the yogurt store

Baby's first crab puff

Cherry vampire face

I've been following up with all the appointments for my recent health adventure, and it's really cramping my style while I juggle being the primary caretaker to our short dog...though I suppose it's best that I keep in touch with the doctor so as to ensure nothing explodes in my abdomen. I still have a mass the size of a ping pong ball on my right side as well as some freestanding fluid that shouldn't be there, leaving me feeling bloated and gross, but not in pain. It should all reabsorb back into my system in a month (!!) or so. The vein in my right arm has received rave reviews from many a phlebotomist lately, but it is pretty tired of being poked. However, my Hcg levels seem to be falling at a good rate. Yay. I should be grateful that I'm not dead, but mostly I'm just so over this. (I know, I know, things could be so much worse.)

Dylan has been busy with work but has been home every night since last weekend, and we've enjoyed being a normal little family. He's taken on a new project with my brother, my dad, and his dad, involving the purchase of some land and building a garage/shop/apartment structure of some sort. Personally, I couldn't feel more indifferent about it, but this one's not about me. A man's life is certainly charmed, but we all know who is really running the show around here...