...now our neighbors won't hate us. Jon mowed the front lawn today.
Also, we're researching stroller and car seats and all kinds of fancy, expensive things. Naturally I want the most expensive ones. Naturally.
He looks like a platypus when he sleeps with his head in Jon's shoe.
I made French toast with asparagus and orange beurre blanc. It would have been delicious if I could ever get over the texture of french toast. Bread is not meant to be wet. But I liked everything around it and Jon enjoyed it, so it must be delicious if you don't mind soggy nasty bread. Ugh. It makes me think of the pieces of bread we would throw to the ducks at the river that would get all wet and sink... yuk.
I'm supposed to be cleaning the office right now. It's on my list for Thursday. But.. it's officially Friday, being 25 minutes past midnight, so I figure I can put it off some more. Clearly I'm beginning to get over being exhausted. Thank you, baby Butterbean.