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I have a horrible case of no-post-itis.
Mostly because I have nothing to say.
Until today, but sorry, it’s going to have to be thrown under a PW post, because it’s still highly sensitive in nature … plus, I don’t want to get any hopes about anything.. not now.
I can tell you that my son is wearing SIZE 32 WAIST JEANS (29 length, but they’re about 2 sizes too long still). Albiet, they’re about 1 size too big, when he tried on the 31s they fit him quite nice, if a bit snug at the gut, so we moved him up a size. My little man is not little any more. I can’t believe it. Every time I whip a pair of his pants out of the dryer I’m baffled at the size. He’s like a little can of corn, big through the waist and a little short. According to Fil, the men in her family grow slow. They hit puberty at the normal age (start slow at 10 and hit full force in middle school) but don’t level off in height until high school. So at least my Monster is going to be shorter than me for a little while longer. I’m going to cry when I have to ask him to bend his head down so I can kiss the very top. Oh, and when I have to use a stool to shave his head.
All of these kids are getting big. Big B is HUGE. I mean it, she’s over 50 lbs (remember, that’s how big Monster was when he was 8/9) and almost as tall as Monster is now (he’s about 4’8″). She’s going to be so tall, it’ll be ridiculous. She’ll also probably NOT look 12, meaning they’ll think she’s older than me. That will be fun.
I have some cute pictures from last weekend with Baby B, also a couple of shots from other times. I’ve been experimenting with Photo*shop and have had some decent results. I still want to get better aquainted before I start editing my photos willy nilly. Anyone have a good tutorial website?
** Oh, as a complete aside, I had total pregnancy nose without the pregnancy. Someone in our building was heating up beef taquitos in their microwave (it wasn’t our immediate wall-sharing neighbours because they weren’t home) and I could smell it like it was under my bed. It made me so nauseated I almost threw up a few times. But then Fil took me out for a midnight breakfast date and all was good.
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Published 23 February 2009 Anger , Baby B , Big B , My Family , PW Post Enter your password to view comments.Not 15 minutes ago I hit the “send” button on my first ever job application. When I applied for the job I’m in now my dad pretty much steered the whole thing. He found the position, secured an interview and sort of pushed me into it. If it weren’t for him I doubt I’d even have the job. So I’m greatful for the effort he went through and greatful for The Boss Lady being as wonderful as she has been. But I just need 40 hours and the firm isn’t willing. So we shall see.
This is also a WARNING POST to warn you about the PASSWORD PROTECTED POST coming up soon. Wherein I will discuss the previous PW Post and future plans on said issue.
Password will be the same, if you’re unsure just give me a quick comment (with your email!) and I’ll shoot you the password.
Or rather, NOT to announce things to the world.
This next post shall be passworded.
Since I have never DONE a passworded post, all of those who’d like to know what I’m writing behind the comfort of a password, feel free to give me an email at: att.thelongestroad@gmail.com
