MIA

I've been politely reminded by just a few of my closest friends and family members that we DO have a blog to update. Taking on a blog is not a commitment one should take lightly, and we don't! And in case you were concerned about my self-esteem and well-being, this lapse in posts has nothing to do with the fact that my gyno is funnier than me.

Rather, (cue sob story) I'm busy and pregnant and tired.

Here we are, catching up. This isn't because I've stumbled upon some time-management secrets, or I have a new burst of energy. Truth be told...this is the reason I have the time:
Emily is sick, so I stayed home from work. Here she is, snuggling with Baby, drinking honey milk, and watching Dora the Explorer. She'll be better soon!

We do plan to be back on a more regular basis, and apologize if you have been holding your breath for another update on Emily.

Thanks for being patient!

Being a Blogger

So today, as I casually blog-stalked people with a few extra minutes at home, I arrived to a conclusion: I am nowhere near as witty as I need to be to BLOGGER.

However, my gynocologist might be. You see, Hubby likes to be the funny man. I think he spends too much time thinking of funny/crazy/twisted things to say that will draw a response, and then waits for the perfect moment to drop them into conversation. Such was the case this afternoon. My doctor asked how things were going. Ryan (waiting for this perfect predicatble moment) said, "Everything is fine, if only Kim would cut down on the liquor." (He was kidding.) To which my doctor (not having the time, of course, to craft a reponse) said completely on cue: "Well, sometimes you have to hit the bottle to give up the crack..." (Also kidding, of course.)

Maybe it's not funny. I'm not sure. But I was laughing hysterically and Ryan was completely stunned, and obviously out-duped by a soft-spoken, middle-aged OB/GYN in a hawaiian shirt.

So, that's why I will never be a Blogger. Because my OB/GYN is funnier than me.