This picture is about 7 months old, can you believe it? Little chubba wub.

Anyway, a clear day ahead of us today - and a walk in our near future under the sunshine. Ethan's already decided to mix the day up by refusing his apple and oatsies this morning, so he's getting it for lunch instead. And for dinner if he doesnt want it for lunch, and for breakfast if he fasts all day. Can you say Mommie Dearest, Mommie Dearest? I'm kidding of course. Partly.

I also feel like I'm coming down with a cold, which is just great. And Troy and I are trying to use different mathematical formulas to make our measily salaries (if I were to work 3 days a week) pay our bills. So far we're about $500 a month out. Which is depressing news. He's still working on it. We'll see.

Oh - and I'm having Daycare nightmares now. And somedays? I really really really hate my hair.

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