Please excuse the dust around these parts. My blog is long (long) (long, long long) overdue for a facelift, and not a day after complaining how much I wanted a new design, I attempted to upgrade the theme to allow for some security upgrades and the whole things sort of fell apart at the seams. My friend Angie helped me tape it back together, but at this point my blog can only be described as limping along.
On the plus side I think finally spell-check works? It has been a long few years.
The other day, after I was already in the office B called to tell me that Gracie spontaneously leaned over (while sitting) and used his leg to push herself up to standing. All reports indicate she was pretty proud of herself. I was two parts so sad I missed it, one part shocked that we have a baby who wants to stand up and right then and then I realized, oh crap, we need to lower the crib mattress. (Done and done). How do I have a baby that needs her mattress lowered? Why does my back hurt so much when I lean over to lay her down? Why am I so old?
In addition to breaking my blog, in a frustrating attempt to get my Google calendar and my iPhone calendar to sync the way I think they should, I inadverdently deleted my entire main calendar. Where I keep record of all the things in my life. If you made plans with me for any time in the next 4 months, I’d recommend you send me a follow up message because…yeah. I won’t be there. And yes, you’d think with iCloud and back ups and everything else Apple can do, I’d be able to retrieve a copy or something, but no. It would seem that the back up of my phone exceeds the memory on my phone (PONDER THAT) due to some bug that won’t truly delete certain videos (those sent via text) and so I can’t wipe my phone and restore it from a backed up version. I know.
Last week the dog got fleas (I…know) and so everything in my house has been washed/steamed/scrubbed/dusted/cleaned within an inch of its life. We blame the dog beach, the Frontline is in full swing, and our dog is covered in shaved bald patches to help heal his hot spots from scratching so much. He looks like a disaster. A sad, bald disaster.
In summary I have a rapidly growing up baby, a rapidly degenerating back, a bald dog, a blog that is barely holding it together and my calendar is miraculously WIDE OPEN for the next few months. Anyone want to get together?