Ok ok...we're not dead

Due to popular demand and the fact that I've just put him to sleep, but mostly the popular demand I'm on the air. Again.

Unlike others who have signed up to a mandatory post a day scheme... pure madness I tell you but if you must know more look http://nanoblogmo.blogspot.com I swear that those people are increasing the size of the internet disproportionately and couldn't be more productive if they produced 'erm "grown-up" entertainment.

So what are we up to... well hoping that the little guy won't walk in the very near future ... but also celebrating the leaps toward what looks exactly like walking... 'cept the boy needs something to push to do it. Honestly sometimes I just want to weep when I think that my baby is gone.... really and truly gone. but then he plays crawl chasey with me and it's so much fun I wonder if I really want another... you know might take away from my relationship with him. but then again I'm also at that biological stage that says I should and will be clucky -- but I'm also not stupid enough (well I don't think so anyway) to try when we're so busy at the moment. I'm wondering if I'm over thinking it all... maybe I should just throw caution to the wind, start taking my vitamins more regularly and let God decide when the next one comes along.... not that He doesn't have a say in it... I've heard that there's some tremendusly dedicated spermies out there... "able to leap through a condom a mile high" type determined.

Menwhile we're gearing up for the race that stops a nation.... will we get to see it? pro'ly not... will we listen on the radio... sure thing. Yep it'll be another painting and packing day (I know I know you're sick of hearing it!) but I might be able to put on a pathetic sad doggy face and plead for some time at home together watching the race while we wrap fragiles.