Short Ends

The husband is taking advantage of being unemployed to spend some time at the gym. Since we're retired military we can go on base and use the gym there. Not that I do. I really, really hate exercising around men, especially extremely fit and healthy ones. I wish we had a Curves around here. I wish we could afford it. It's scary what this last pregnancy has done to my tummy.

The toddler has discovered Cinderella. She hauled it off the video shelf yesterday and begged until we put it on. She was enraptured. So much for Caillou, Barney and Elmo. They have all been replaced. We watched it twice yesterday, and it is on right now. Only one viewing will be allowed today though, lest she spend too much time in front of the TV. That's the plan at any rate. I mean, it's not like 2 hours of screaming red-faced temper tantrums are going to bother me at all, right?

Kira wrote about racism recently. I never ran into that when I was engaged. My family and friends weren't at all upset about the husband's being Hispanic; they were too busy being freaked about his being Special Ops. "But he's a trained killer!" This from my brother in the National Guard. And just what do you think your training weekends are all about, little brother?

Surprisingly, both the girls are very fair, the toddler having blonde hair in spite of the fact that neither of her parents do. Genetics is weird. The baby is still mostly bald, so I'm interested to see what her hair settles down to. So far it seems to match her daddy's. I kind of hope it stays that way. She'd be so cuuute.

Speaking of genetics, the baby is working on hard on standing. She can't even crawl yet! I'm afraid, very afraid. My mother tells me I was walking at 7 months. I think the baby is going to do the same thing. Great. Let the games begin!