Jeepers Creepers Meepers

We just got back from having dinner with my best friend before she and Gabe go back to the NW for three months. Since her hubby is military and out on deployment quite a lot, she heads out to her mom's to get some help with the little guy. Not that he's so little anymore - he has his own two wheel bike with training wheels. He's 18 months and is as big as our neighbor's three year old. Oi.

Jack has been all over things today. He went up the stairs three times on his own with a spotter and he's pulling himself up on everything in sight - and then letting go. I get no peace, I'm telling you. We have another doc's appointment next week to see how big he is and stuff. I'm betting 23 pounds or more. According to my left wrist, which hurts non-stop these days, he weighs more like 200 pounds. But we'll see. We've definitely developed a select group of favorite foods. If I offer him just about anything with vanilla yogurt, he goes for it. I've had a difficult time finding organic unsweetened yogurt, so I finally caved and got something I know I like. Our stupid store is the only one in the area that doesn't carry exactly what I want.

I'm not excited for April to leave, but at the same time it means that we all get to go home (or home as I see it) for Christmas. Joe is dieing to get a glimpse of the NW, and I get to stay for two whole weeks!! With my mom coming for Thanksgiving, this means that I won't have to spend either major holiday with my in-laws this year!! Yippee! I know, honey, that doesn't make you feel very good. But the truth is the truth, pal. I can't help but wonder what the idea of spending holidays with my family or at our house does for them.