Ok, so I lied. THis is supposed to be my "weird" post, but I don't have time to work on that post and be as clever as I'd like. What the h*ll. I may never got to that post, so don't hold your breath.
Today was Conor's two-year check up. He is 36 1/4" which puts him at the 90th percentile in height and at 31.5 lbs, 80th percentile in weight. In case you're wondering, our son is Big. Big, big, big with blond curly hair. I could (still) eat him up.
And God bless Twinkle, Twinkle. It's the song I sing when it's time to stop nursing and it is one of the most amazing things I've learned in the last month or so. One time through and Conor is ready to get off the boob and go to bed. Nothing has ever been that effective before. Oh JOY! The next time, we're going to start singing Twinkle, Twinkle much earlier so that we'll have that trick down ASAP. (No news on the "next one", in case you're wondering)
And although I love blogspot, I do hate that folks can post here and I can't reply to you. If you have opted to not get emails from your comments, I can't respond any more or ask questions, etc. Just thought I'd throw that out there because I've wanted to talk to some of you all off line a little bit.
Quickie garden update: this is the time when I love and hate the garden at about the same rate. The weeds are crazy but the veggies are coming in. It's too hot to go out and do much, but if I don't, it gets out of control. Did I tell you about the 12' sunflower? No, really. Twelve FEET. It was humongous. I'll get the picture up alongside the giant radish and then absolutely swear to you that we're using organic fertilizer!
It's hot as hell here. I hope you're staying cool.