Excitement!

Spent a few hours yesterday wondering if I was about to have a baby! My doctor informed me on Wednesday that the baby's head is already "engaged", (which I've since learned translates to "painful"). This causes a lot of pressure as they term it in the medical world. Add to this, the fact that my body seems to love the act of 'practice contractions' and it sure can seem like there's baby on the way. Off we went to the hospital we went, where we were met with Cheryl, the angel of ob-gyn. Cheryl! Let me say it again.... I'm glad you're back at work, even if you might be wishing you were at home right now!

Anyway, all is well with me and New-Baby. Although I might not make it all the way to the end, a baby doesn't seem to be in the imminent future. (At this point, all readers must knock on wood, cross themselves, or mutter some protective chant).

Here at home, Charley is up to his usual amusing behaviours. Here are a few shots from dinner-time last night, especially for the traveling grandparents. I'm sure you can just hear the giggles that were emanating from his gap-toothed grin. (Did I mention he's working on tooth #18 of 20... woo woo! Almost there!)





In case you're wondering, he's topless because I decided that it was easier to clean lasagna off flesh than a white t-shirt, and yes those are his socks on the tray. He's quite obsessed with socks these days... His footwear fetish has been a long and passionate relationship... perhaps this is natural progression?