We are now the proud owners, once again, of a working computer. It isn't exactly the same computer, however, which means that I don't yet have new pictures to display. Many of you have expressed anxiety/rage about the long silence, however, so hopefully this offering of picture-less news will appease you in the short term.
First, of course, Max: Max is bigger and better with each day that passes. He has developed a Shrek obsession, and seems particularly fond of the dragon that Donkey has a disturbing romance with. (If you haven't seen the movie, this will be a weird and puzzling remark, but you will have to watch the movie if you are curious, because I am not wasting time and energy on a detailed account of the Donkey/Dragon love story in Shrek.) Max now says somewhere around 100 words, if you count animal noises. His favorite words remain "milk" and "more". He has names for my Dad (he tries to say 'Gramps', which comes out 'Beamps'), and for Ian's dad ('Bapa' for 'Grandpa'). He does not yet have labels for either grandmother. Sorry, guys.
Speck: We took Speck in for another check-up on Monday, and all continues to be well. Speck is happy, healthy, and very, very lively. You can feel her knees and elbows poking out, and even see them on occasion. I was very excited to discover that I still don't have gestational diabetes this time around, which means much less injection/blood testing/general anxiety. While I am grateful to Speck for not stealing all my blood sugar, I feel compelled to add that she is presently taking up far more space in my torso than I am, and there are still about ten weeks to go. I am apprehensive about how she will go about creating more space for herself as the days go by.
Ian and Chelsa: We are, of course, far less interesting than our offspring, but we are happy and healthy. I have been doing some nesting lately, and some swinging of the moods. Ian has been very tolerant and patient, and has never once indicated by word or deed that my insistence that the curtains have to be hung in the baby room immediately for the health and safety of fetal Speck is in any way irrational.
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Jen loves to clean and get stuff done at late night hours. She doesn't even have to be pregnant. Jen and I don't always sync up for these cleaning binges. If I am not feeling like "getting my clean on" and would rather be "getting my sleep on," I start feeling guilty. Jen is up in a dramatic vortex of sorting and tidying while I lounge in complete exhaustion. Other times, I am ready to remodel the entire front room, and Jen cannot keep her eyes open (the Tillmans will vouch for Jen's propensity for spontanious sleep).
Blah, blah, blog...good to have you back, and I am proud to be the first to post upon your return.
I win, Aly! (smile!)
Yeah, Ian and I tend to take turns with our cleaning streaks, too. Now, though, we've had to divide up responsibility based on altitude -- anything that requires bending or stretching has to be Ian's job until post-Speck, and as long thereafter as I can get away with it.
yay! i'm glad you are back in the land of the blogging. it's been so lonely without you.
Plus you can email me at work finally. The day goes by much faster that way...
What's the bizarre coincidence? I really want to know.
Josh, you should be aware that with my sister Aly, it is not so much who has the first word, as who has the last word, and mostly, you'll lose that battle.
okay, it bugs me just a little, that you all know the name of all the babies due to this family but me...grrrrrrrr. Let alone that Robin and Kelly are having a girl. So whats the middle name? Oh and also...welcome back to computer land :)
We are thinking of Elizabeth for the middle name, since Ian and I both have grandmothers with that name. I didn't know that Kelly was having a girl, either, until Aly mentioned it on the blog, if that makes you feel any better. On the other hand, I live millions of miles away, and my computer has been broken, so I have excuses.
The Internet welcomes you back with a hearty "LOL" and also a "ROFL".
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