While my mom was here, she taught me the basics of crocheting. I really like it, and have started a baby blanket for the beet. I work on it whenever I can, meaning I get a total of about half an hour a day in on it. By my calculations, at this rate I'll finish it just in time for it to be too small to be of much use to him and will have to go into the "for the next baby" pile. At which time, undoubtedly, I will look at it and say "why did I ever want to keep this? The work on this is so shoddy!" because I will be putting out masterwork afghans by then. At least, that's how it goes in my mind. And we all know how things in our minds rarely mimic reality. Ah, well.

  The six photos from Will's shoot at Babys'R'Us are up. For those of you who want copies, let me know which ones and what size (5x7, 4x6, 8x10, wallet, whathaveyou) and I'll get them to you.

  The little man is such a good night sleeper! It's great. He's started sleeping an average of eight hours straight. Last night he went a full ten and a half, and only woke up when I got him up to feed him. I couldn't wait any longer without my boobs feeling like they were going to burst through the confines of my clothes and wave about for his attention of their own free will. I'm sure that would have been quite a sight. He may sleep well at night, but he mostly just catnaps during the day. It makes it really difficult to get anything done unless someone else is here (like Steve or my mom, Tami, Ira, my dad, the UPS guy) to hold and entertain him. It just means I get creative about how I get things done and when. All the tricks of the trade, with my personal flair.