Don't worry, that's not the name we chose for the baby! It's a nickname I won after infecting Frances with a nasty winter cold bug. I quarantined myself at the parents house for a couple days after getting sick, but Fran still has come down with the black death. She's just past 34 weeks, and besides this bump in the road is doing great.We finally shared this blog with Fran's family-- hope you enjoy it. I've been itching to try out the Baby Bjorn that JJ sent along for us. Who's enjoying that more, me or Duncan?
In other happenings this week, Oscar decided that leather belts were so 2006... after discovering an open cupboard with a family-size tub of hot cocoa. Fran tells me Duncan didn't mind helping with the cleanup.
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Oscar's soul-sister, Abi, had similar fun yesterday. She snagged a box of raisin-bran and a full container of parmesan cheese off the counter while I was at work. She was darn thirsty when I got home! But, on the plus side, I'm pretty sure that my bed had never been cheesier.
Lucy: Who's that man in the picture?
Me: That's Matt.
Lucy: (Squinty-eyed stare at me) I don't think that's Matt.
No comment whatsoever on the dog strapped to his chest.
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