Where have I been? If I just had one dollar for every time I have asked that, I’d have about four dollars. But, really, why the lack of posting, the lack of stories, the lack of photos. I could tell you that I don’t have any stories or photos and that I lack the creativity to make up some story, but those would all be lies. Lies I tell you, lies.
I have gone days without posting to this here website, and that is quite uncharacteristic of me. I have been busy with a Finance project for my MBA… When I say busy, I mean yesterday and today – working non-stop because I chose to procrastinate for weeks (7 exactly) before attempting to start this fiasco. Why a fiasco? Because I hate numbers. Give me concepts and I can handle it, but about the only numbers I know are how many laps consist of a of 200 meter freestyle and how many ears, eyes, cheeks, etc. that Avery has (even then I can get confused easily).
With that said, I am officially done with my project. Yippee. Wow, I just used the word "yippee", I think that I should ban myself from writing on this site for that one.
What has been going on around here? Not a lot. Just some playing and some sitting and some smacking. Explanations:
Playing: Well, that is all Avery does and her favorite is to play with my face, or shirt, or shoes. Let me tell you though, Avery has some long nails and when she gets ahold of my lip, ouch.
Sitting: I got home from work the other night and came downstairs. Now, mind you, Avery has been sitting for a while, but normally with one of us close by. Not on this day. I entered the basement to see Colleen on the couch and Avery sitting playing on her own on the floor. Holy crap, when did she grow up?
Smacking: The tile in our basement by the bar (yes, we have a bar – read easy access to a refrigerator) has become a place of intrigue for the girl. Every night before bed she army-crawls to that end of the room and proceeds to lay down with her stomach on the carpet and smacks the tile much to her delight. As stupid, trained parents what do we do? Lay next to her and smack with her.
Ah, the delights of parenthood.
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