One thing I very much suck at.. like, VERY MUCH.. ask my friends and they will tell you how true it is.. is using the phone.  My new cell phone, which is a fantabulous Valentine’s Day present from Bryan, serves as a alphanumeric pager that is equipped with a camera.  I’m HORRIBLE about answering the phone.

When I came in this morning, my voicemail light on my desk phone is on.  I AM TERRIFIED TO CHECK THE VOICEMAIL.  Why am I so illogical?

If you’ve called me at work today, I’m sorry.  It doesn’t look probable that I’ll return your call.

Tomorrow is not looking good, either.

So, here we are.

I can’t believe it, really: Tony is almost three months old.  Where did the time go?  Especially since he weighs as much as some four month olds, and has been in 3-6 month clothes for two weeks? (He’s not fat.  He IS long.  In the torso.  God love him, he has his momma’s short legs.)

We’ve been blessedly lucky thus far in that my mother has kept Tony at her house during the day while I worked.  That’s been so wonderful, to know that he’s 1) right around the corner from my office and 2) in the hands of a woman who adores him more than her luggage.  But we’re nearing the end of that free ride.  We’re having to venture into daycare territory. (more…)