Blrrptt! Geffrribbddlle! And also, plrrawwr!
So the work thing, not getting any easier, that.
But does your job make you wear a lampshade collar? No? Then shut the hell up, Mom. Love, Glowy McEyeball.
Ceiba's eyes are much better. A checkup on Tuesday revealed that the puncture wound in her right eye has all but healed and the infection is gone from both eyes. Yay for the ointment in a tube!
The lampshade collar is a thing of the past, but the pictures, they are FOREVER.
And? I have nothing else to say. Here. Belly at 25 weeks. Going to sleep now. To sleep, perchance to dream. To dream of the days when I did not live in fear of a violent belly button eruption, which seems to be quite imminent, especially since Jason CANNOT STOP POKING AT IT.
Even the baby is rolling his eyes in there about the supreme lameness of this post.