Oh, should I be working right now. I am, after all, at work.
I've been at work since noonish, though, so my attention span has officially vanished. What was I saying?
Oh yeah. Work.
I have papers to grade and a big box of archival research to devour, not to mention a few extra projects on the backburner. I just went through my planner for the next couple of weeks and freaked out a little, so here I am. Blogging. Even though DOING some more work would probably make me less panicky.
We hung out with Jen, Maurice, and Max this weekend, and Harry and Max got some Halloween pics taken- let me show you a few:
I wanted to write a silly story about the turtle and the duck, but all I can do is look at these guys' chubby little hands and think can you believe they'e going to be big brothers?
They played with some of the props, but they really liked these flowers the best.
Big brothers? Really?
Oh! To keep things even, let's talk a bit about Baby #2, which is code for let's talk about mememememe, my favorite subject. So, Babycenter.com tells me that the baby is the size of a jumbo shrimp. That's funny because my stomach is the size of a small basketball.
I have some really low rise jeans (Bad idea, self of 2-ish years ago. Muffin. Top. City) that accommodate my bloated mess of a self, but only if I fasten them with a rubber band. Hot. I wore maternity jeans this weekend, but they were way too big and saggy. So, here I sit, full, puffy, and squeezed into some juniors pants. It's enough to put anyone off of work.
Which! I am back to right now-- a breif interlude in my otherwise productive day (such a lie, and Ben is probably reading thi,s after working all day, coming home to feed Harry, bathe him, and put him to bed, and then folding laundry and vacuuming the stairs, and shaking his head in disbelief).