[chester12]

Howdy! Not much happening in my neck of the woods this evening. I've been lazy. It's so cold that it's impossible to get off the couch! I need to stay curled up in a ball watching tv just to stay alive. I know, poor excuse.

I can't do that magnesium thing or the exlax anymore. It's way to violent! The poopy tea is the same way. I get terrible cramping before, during and after. Benefiber is going to be my new best friend. And if he doesn't work, The Marlboro Man may have to make an appearance. Just one. They need to come out with a half cigarette. Just for the people that use it for movements. OK, I'll shut up now. I guess the addiction never dies.

So if tomorrow is our last weigh in day then we need a belly measurement as well. Sorry guys, but let's finish what we started. s u c k it up or in and just do it!

Macho man is going to the daycare for the first time tomorrow. I wonder who is going to cry more. I keep telling myself that this is what he needs. And that it's only for three hours. It's not that I mind leaving him with a sitter, (my sitter is a good friend of ours and a nurse and loves on him the entire time he's there) but the daycare ladies don't know him. They don't know that he loves to carry his blanket everywhere and sometimes trips over it, but still won't let it go. Or that he loves to play peek-a-boo. Or that he does fly by lovin' (he'll walk up to you and put his head on your lap for a second and then walk off.) Or that he loves it when you sing his Macho Man song. Yes, I made up a song for each of the kids that teaches them how to spell their names. Then Macho has an additional song; the Macho Man song. He smiles every time he hears it. They better take good care of my little man at this well respected and recommended daycare where I'm sure they are qualified to be there and under surveillance.

OK, it's time to hit the sack. Don't forget to weigh-in. No excuses!