Nothing. What's up with you?

Merrittime is cutting teeth and taking names. He is convinced this is the end of the world. I continue to offer my condolences and give him little pep rallies with cheers like, "We only have to go through this nineteen to thirty-one more times! Rah!" I've named his first tooth Ol' Stapey, short for Staple Remover, of course. Breaking News: Breastfeeding just got a whole-lot more interesting.

This view used to be part of my daily commute. It's not any more. Now I pass through the bathroom on the way to the nursery and the only traffic I have to worry about it tripping over the dog. As of this week, I'm a full-time stay-at-homer.

I adore my new boss.

I'm already fully vested.

And -finally- all is well with my soul.