For the past week or so I've been trying to post without any success. None of my pics will upload.

I'm in week 5 of my recovery from surgery and feeling well. The 2 biggest issues in this recovery are 1) not exercising and 2) having Cannon here 24/7. I'm a different woman, and not for the better, when I can't exercise. I don't do it to get skinny because I've never been skinny. I do it to stay sane! Speaking of sanity, having Cannon here all the time is so weird. He travels a lot as it is. So having him here, here is pretty surreal. Not at the office. At home. As I speak, he's on a 3 hour conference call. We can't seem to get away from each other. Everywhere I go, there he is. And every time he tries to start a project, I've got something I need help with. We are used to being independent and operating in our respective microcosms. So me being needy and him being needed all the time is totally uncomfortable for both of us!! But we love each other and so we are managing well. Except for the times we are nagging and yipping at each other! Ha, ha!

Caleb is just darling and sweet as always. Since his tonsil/adenoid surgery, he is talking and learning to vocalize new words and phrases each day. What a relief. It could have been a speech impediment, it could have been a hearing problem. Fortunately, it was enlarged tonsils. Besides being darling, he is a holy terror in the house. I say "holy" because he's innocent enough but I say "terror" because he knows enough to wreak havoc on anything not bolted down. The worst is when I catch him or walk up on him when he's holding something he shouldn't, like a stack of recordable CD's, a box full of nails, a tube of unsquoze (is that a word?) toothpaste, my face powder, a bag of pasta--you get the idea...I try not to scare him or sound too upset because what he'll do is (with lightening speed), throw said items up in the air, as hard as he can, successfully scattering or smearing the stuff everywhere and then he runs as fast as he can.

His favorite phrase right now is "Are you okay?" and "Are you alright?" He mostly says it to himself when he purposely throw himself off his toy car, or off the couch, or the swinging rings.

Still no snow here--amazing! Lots of gray days and plenty of rain but no ice or snow.

Hopefully I can get pictures to upload soon so that you can see his halibut costume that I've made. Yep, that's right...he's going to be a baby halibut. Talk about the cutest catch ever!