Out with the Old, In with the New

Well, as the old year draws to a close, we have a sad farewell to say.

A Eugoogoly for Chris' Bathrobe, may it rest in peace.

(1984-2009)

Dear Bathrobe, you saw Chris

Through thick and thin

Through puberty

And post-partying

For so, so long

You've held on true

But sorry, dude,

Your time is through.

Yes, your math is correct. His bathrobe was 25 years old. To put it in even more perspective, we played cards with some friends on Sunday night, who were both younger than his bathrobe. Chris FINALLY received a snazzy new one from his mom for Christmas. (Yay! THANK YOU, ANN!)


Anyhoo, it was a sad day, yadda yadda yadda. I voted for a burial at sea, but we didn't think the plumbing could handle it.

WAITAMINUTE! WHAT IS THIS???

Oh dear, it's a Random Foot Check (RFC).

You may want to catch your breath, have a bit of a seat, etc, and watch this amusing and appropriate video. Here it goes again, indeed.

Indeed.

After many weeks of valiantly trying to keep the new belly under wraps, I was outed at the gym! I attempted the indignant/hurt new mother routine (what are you saying? I've been working so hard to lose my baby belly, and you're calling me fat?), but she saw right through me. Rats. I suppose it was crazy to think that I could hide this, though!

So, here's the belly at 17 weeks. Yep. Woo.