A flurry of activity?  Who the eff was I kidding?  

My youngest son is now eight months old.  He's crawling, and already trying to stand up.  Needless to say, 80% of my time is spent trying to keep his head from bouncing off of furniture, the floor, his brother, etc.  A couple of weeks ago he actually grabbed hold of my husband's eyeball (whilst trying to grab a fistful of his long, luxurious hair) and sliced a chunk right out of it.  And that is no exaggeration, my friends.  Needless to say, my husband now has a shaved head again and he's much quicker when it comes to dodging baby fingers.

My eldest son is four.  He thinks he's eighteen.  He calls me by my name rather than calling me mom, and is constantly telling really bad jokes.  He's also obsessed with the difference between boys and girls and is constantly asking people if they have a penis or a 'gina.  It's quite something to behold.

Maybe one of these days I'll be able to get out more.  By that time my photography partner will have delivered her own baby and I'll have to wait even longer for her to be able to leave the house.  Haha.



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