I think I'm going to be doomed to only doing a blog once every three or four weeks at this rate. Sigh. Oh, well. It's better than nothing, right? I was kind of thinking about just letting the whole thing go, but I was talking to grandma Vanderburg yesterday and she was telling me how much she and grandpa like being able to keep up with us and Will via the site, and I was reminded that that was the whole idea in the blog in the first place. So. Here I am with a renewed effort. Not to say I'll be blogging more often, because that probably just won't happen. Things are going pretty well with all of us. Will and I have finally started getting a bit of a routine down, although every day is always going to be a little different. I can never seem to get much of anything done when it's just me and him, which is pretty frustrating for me. Even when he's asleep, I still can't do a lot of what I want to because he doesn't stay asleep long enough or it involves me being out in the garage doing home improvement stuff (and I tend to get pretty involved in that and lose track of time) or something similar. It certainly doesn't help that it's winter, so I can't leave the fire untended without it burning itself out before too long, and it's too cold to take Will out on a walk with the dogs. So I have to wait until Steve gets home to do a lot of things, but I don't want to just dump the baby in Steve's lap as soon as he gets home and say "have fun." That's not fair to him, especially after a long day of work when he's tired. So I try and compromise on that. My mom is coming back to visit for about ten days in March, right at the same time Steve is going to Boise for a fire-weather conference, which works out quite nicely. Maybe something I could do in the meantime is have Tami and Ira come up some weekend and Ira and I can do home improvement projects and Tami can have baby time. That could make everybody happy. Hmmm. I like it. Of course, Tami will probably read this before I get around to asking them how they feel about that. So feel free to comment, Tami! :D

I've been reading the Cesar Millan Dog Whisperer books and implementing his recomended techniques as much as possible, and that has done great things for our dogs. It's so amazing how such simple things can make such a huge difference, number one being, of course, exercising the pups properly every single day. Hence my frustration at not being able to take Will on a walk with the dogs. That won't be the case in a couple of months, obviously, but that doesn't help me one little bit right now. So I do what I have to in the meantime. We go walking in the dark after Steve comes home. I know Ramsey especially needs a lot of exercise because he's such a high energy young dog, and he has a natural tendency to be dominant, which we don't want. So we have to walk that out of him. Then he won't be obsessed with playing fetch 24/7. Of course, that is a lot easier said than done, but it's still do-able.

Will recently turned two months old, so I took him to the doctors for his shots. That's your cue for the collective "oooh" of pity. Nothing wrong with his lungs, let me tell you. Of course, by the time I got him bundled up into his car seat, he was asleep, so I guess it wasn't too traumatic. He weighed 9 pounds 14 oz and was 25 inches long. Considering that was already a week ago, he's over 10 pounds now and who knows how long! That's an increase of 7 1/2 inches and about four pounds since his birth. It seems that every time I put an outfit on him fresh from the wash, it's smaller than it was before. I'd think that my washer was shrinking everything except it doesn't happen with OUR clothes, just his. And, obviously, I know he's growing like he intends to be taller than his daddy at age two. Heaven help us.