Bad week. I exercised once. I feel like a cow, and I’ve been huffing and puffing a little bit.

Bleh.

This is the first of many birthday posts this month.

The boy is 2. I can hardly believe it. Of course, he is most definitely ACTING like a 2 year old. Mercy. My sweet, cuddly little guy spends more time screaming at me than anything.

It’s a phase. It’s a phase. It’s a phase.

I called and set up a doctor’s appointment for Monday to see about my arms. I knit a little last night with Hayden, it was ok. I had a hard time concentrating on the lace.