Quick Update...

As the fruit of my loins is in the process of waking up from a good morning nap and will get progressively less and less patient...

Operation Kitty Boot Camp has gone smashingly. I have really enjoyed not having to sweep kitty litter out of our bed before making it each morning. Also downright delightful is the fact that, each night, after getting in bed and putting on my super rich hand cream, I can pull the covers up and not get cat hair stuck to my moist hands. Kevin and I are sleeping better and the cats seem to have adjusted well. I also personally witnessed Wynonna using the litterbox the other day! (That's HUGE progress, people).

The new housekeeper is undoubtedly Heaven-sent. She cleans parts of my house that I didn't even know that I had. She 's so awesome. I heart her.

Anna Claire is pretty much officially crawling now. She also has quite a taste for dirty flip flops, so the destination she's usually seeking in her crawl is one of our shoes.

Lastly, I'll reward your reading all of my naval-gazing drivel with a cute pic of the baby child. This was taken a couple of weeks ago at Berryhill. I was about to put her in the high chair, when I noticed that there was spilled margarita all in the bottom of it, so I had to sit her on the table while I mopped it down. I can't even really wrap my brain around how margarita got in the high chair. I'm thinking that we're missing out on "Baby Happy Hour" or something. I must look into that...