throwing a bone...

Because it's been a week since my last post, I know. And I also know that my Catholic-school grammar teachers would say, "You're not supposed to begin a sentence with because." And so I do it because I'm almost 30, and it's artistic rebellion, and, er, nothing else is coming to me here. Seriously, I should think of doing other rebellious things because if all I've got is grammatical rebellion, well, that's just pathetic. And how do I ALWAYS manage to launch into these idiotic musings anyway?

We have been doing a few things of note, if you're interested. Yeah, yeah, I know, you only come for the pictures, but the writing is for me and for whoever else feels so inclined to partake. So, here goes our update:

• We've been a few Village People latley hanging at the Y.M.C.A. We joined a couple of months ago, and are just now kind of hitting our stride with going regularly. There's a great Child Watch program where we bring the tyke, and although it was an adjustment (for all of us!) at first, he's loving it, and it's great to see him interacting with other kiddos. One of the first times we brought him, SD said, as we sauntered to the cardio room, "Man, I feel like we're dating again."
• I also recently joined an area mom's group and will join up with a smaller playgroup within the larger organization. Eli and I were supposed to go to a gathering yesterday, but the weather was, um, cold and gross, so we stayed in.
• Let's see, what else? Well, first birthdays are in the air and all around us. Well, that was redundant. Ahem. This weekend we will attend the first birthday party of SD's boss's daughter, and I will be taking notes because we have our own coming up soon. Also, Eli would like to send his personal birthday wishes to Eva Rose, his first love and future prom date, who turns one today. Love ya, babe. Call me.
• And the love for the revamped pantry continues. Now if I could just transfer that model to all the closets in our house, it would be true bliss. We're working on Eli's room now and going through all of the clothes he's grown out of. It's just a little sad to me that he will never be that small again, but I'm getting over it because he's just so much fun now, and I know the next year holds even more surprises, some of which I'm just a little afraid to behold, actually.

Happy Thursday, and I will try to throw a more substantial bone (with more than one picture) soon. But in the meantime, check out our Flickr slideshow if you haven't yet. From here, look left, and you can't miss it. Because it's blinking and flashing and, well, now I've just started another sentence with that word. Because I can. Because I like it. Because I'm just a little crazy. Because, as I told one of my childless-but-soon-to-be-a-mom friends this week, you do lose brain cells when you become a mother, in case you didn't know.