Update. Praise Buddha.

WE HAVE A TOOTH!!!!

Al screamed one out yesterday. Jeebus. It wasn’t until I gave up and stuck a finger in her mouth (okay, honestly...to try to muffle the screaming) that I noticed it. She just gave me the look of “it’s about bloody time you noticed” and was pretty happy after that. Jenna spent about an hour looking at her like she was nuts. Harry even tried to calm her down. Not so sure how petting her head (I think with a nail out) was supposed to help – it’s how he pets me – but he laid down next to her and put a leg over hers and went to sleep. Only 39 left!

And we are down to only about a foot of our big tree left in the front yard. Aside from the enormous brush pile along the road, of course. Adam had almost sawed the tree through when I started getting nervous. Since we didn’t have any rope (or a truck) to tie to the tree to guide it, we would have just had to hope for the best if it went towards Adam or the house. And the fact that the neighbors would only watch from across the street – with the twins – didn’t help my nerves. Luckily, I had a call back (finally) about coming to do an estimate earlier in the day, and I called him back about 5:30. He just laughed, and said he’d eat dinner and swing by with a chainsaw and some rope. By 7:30, the tree was down. Hurrah! It was good he came, too...the tree was probably too top heavy to fall the way we wanted, so he climbed up with his leg spikes and cut a bunch free so it wouldn’t tip backward. The girls and I watched from inside out their window...and we all noticed that for a Republican (I think he is, at least...on Bloomington town council, maybe?), he’s got a really nice caboose. Plus he tied the top of the tree to a wench on his truck (even though it was on the front, it wasn’t masthead...just a plain old metal wench) and pulled it before the last saw swipe. Good we just took it out too...it was dead to the ground in the middle. Pain in the ass tree. Next time, I’ll burn a tree first =)

This is the sum total of the interesting things in my life.

We’ll find out tomorrow if Jasper is a boy or a girl....at the rate it’s going, it’s going to be a yeti based on the amount of heartburn. Take a look at Al if you think that’s just a wives’ tale =)I’ll be honest. I need human interaction. Tall humans. That can feed themselves. We never did go out for Ashley’s birthday...want to try again? I’m all good for somewhere cheap too – no worries out of me!Damn. Crying. They’ve been up since 4:30a. Gots to go!

Really amusing. From the back of June's Martha Stewart Living.

At least I wouldn't have to worry about the girls dropping toys out of the stroller:
http://www.midnightpass.com/kidodepetst.html

Baby-proofing may have just gotten easier:
http://www.midnightpass.com/kien.html

I bet Child Protective Services would write a whole new set of "Sweeny Clarifications" to their existing rule book =)

Orange boogers are completely normal.

If you just fed Al sweet potatoes for the first time. For both the infant and her mom. I thought I'd be slick and keep her in her terry union suit while I fed her, since I had had the mouth-toe-nose experience last time I tried something new.

Let's just say that terry cloth is more aborbant, thus can hold more potatoes than plain flesh-covered toes can hold slobber.

And have I mentioned that I've developed calluses on the inside of my flipping off fingers from burping the girls?