You're not here. And I'm not telling you this.
I refused to be jinxed. Because you're not here. And I'm not telling you this.
But we had a fantastic weekend. FANTASTIC. You know all of those times that I complained about life? Like here. And here. Oh, and don't forget here.
Today I'm rectifying that. Except you're not here. And I'm not telling you that our weekend was full of smiling babies. Laughing babies. Giggling babies. Babies so happy, I wondered if Scott had slipped them something.
Whatever it was, I'll take some, too.
They swam, they partied and they picnicked. Their naps were interrupted and their eating schedules were jostled, but they were still delightful little babies.
I tell you this because 1) I like to live on the wild side when it comes to Karma 2) I want those of you who I have scared into celibacy to know that having babies isn't all poopy diapers and screaming babies.