Tuesday, December 9, 2008

Catching Up

Poor, poor little blog. So unloved. So neglected. We have somehow gone through Thanksgiving, Tate's 9-month stats and Lance's ongoing case of salmonella, and not even one little post.

First things first. Thanksgiving at my mom's included lots of food (including my three pies), a few games and Lance's early morning shopping trip on Black Friday coming home with a 42" flat-screen TV which is now (horrors!) sitting on our MANTLE! In Charlotte, I would not even allow a television in our living room, but the layout of this house makes it kind of necessary for it to be in the living room. And getting rid of that terribly large entertainment armoire opened up a lot of space. Random bonus: I can do dishes and watch TV at the same time.

Tate is now 9-months old and, though I still won't call it walking, does take about 10 steps or so unaided. Unfortunately he still hasn't found his balance and this attempt at walking has resulted in his falling and hitting his head on things like: the edge of the open dishwasher, Rowan's bed frame and the corner of the coffee table. Poor little guy has several large bruises on his head. He loves to clap his hands and will occasionally blow kisses. He weighs 20 pounds and is 28.5 inches tall. Though he seems enormous to me, he is exactly the 50th percentile for both weight and height. 90th for head, of course.

Rowan's current obsession is being a baby. She can do nothing by herself because she is a baby. She needs to be held because she is a baby. Ah, the joy. If only she would take 2 naps a day like her baby brother! Rowan also finished this session of gymnastics and showed off her favorite move (the tuck jump) for her class, earning a medal she loves to wear.

On to Lance. Note to readers: Not that you would, but NEVER EVER eat at Big Boy. If you are forced to go, don't order the french toast. Lance has learned his lesson. While away on a business trip, Lance was served raw french toast. After eating one bite, he decided he was done with his meal. Evidentally, however, his meal was not done with him. And here he is with salmonella. He's on day #6 and doesn't seem to be showing great signs of improvement. I have never seen him this sick. Which means I have gotten to take care of 2 kids and a sick husband, have missed both of my book club meetings and had to cancel a scheduled-well-in-advance and much-needed haircut with Amanda. I need a drink and a night out.

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