Day 17 - Slip Slidin' Away

Is it really Day 17? Really? I just went back and counted and I think it is. Man. If I am supposed to move to Level 3 in three days... There's no way. Seriously. NO WAY. I am barely making it through Level 2, and I am still doing modified versions of some stuff. We might have to send Superman John on to Level 3, while I languish at Level 2 for a while longer. Til I feel less like dying.

What else? What else is going on here? I am tired and grumpy. And stressed. The house is supposed to go on the market TOMORROW. And do you think the realtor has sent me a copy of the master listing yet? Hells no. So irritated. And the house is currently littered with random toys and bags and boxes, strewn all about, just waiting for a frenzy of cleaning when we get a call that says seventeen billion people want to look at our house NOW. Assuming, of course, the slacker realtor gets the listing up.

The baby fell off his slide AGAIN today. Hard. Poor kid. He's just sitting up on his platform wanting me to sing Pat-A-Cake (yeah, THANKS A LOT, Grandma. Guess what I sing all day every day now?) and then he leans back a bit and - BOOM! Head crashes to the deck. He's a little afraid of the stair part of the slide now. Can't say I blame him.

John is staying home to mulch tomorrow, in the 70 degree sunshine. I don't think he minds.

I really really really need a hair cut. But have yet to find the time to get one. Maybe next weekend I can go in for my semi-annual trim. It's about that time.

And that's about all my little brain can muster tonight. Here - look at some pictures of a cute baby:

Modeling his awesome Hokie sweatshirt

Mmmmmm. Tastes like... orange!

Wheeee!

Fun!

Cute. Again. Still. Some more. Oh - Mr. Cute was completely getting molested by a little girl at the Library today. He cried and came crawling over to his Mom, to save him from the infatuated girl. Poor boy, fighting off the ladies already!