This is why I don't blog...

There is nothing like waking up at 5:30 a.m. to the sound of your cat puking IN YOUR BED. Luckily Justin kicked her off the bed in time for her to vomit on the carpet. I enjoy scrubbing cat puke out of the carpet first thing in the morning. Since then I've cleaned up four more piles of cat vomit, three were thankfully on the hardwood floors and the last one she managed to do in our bed but on the blanket that is at the foot of the bed for her to sleep on. So after throwing blankets in the washer covered in cat puke and baby poop (from a blowout last night), I'm going to spend my free time while Lawson naps with Justin in our bed to relax and enjoy the few moments of freedom when I'm not cleaning up another living creature's bodily fluids.

Holy hiatus, Batman.

A lot has changed since my last post:

I went from fantasy-world-stay-at-home-mom to working mom for nine weeks and now back to fantasy-world-stay-at-home-mom since school is out. Ah, sweet freedom. At least until August 12th.

With that, I now have four years of teaching under my belt. And 60 extra pounds over my belt. Ugh.

We have tomato plants in the backyard and a 13-year-old cat who, I think, has some bad arthritis.

My hair is three inches shorter. I also cut Justin's hair. Yep, I've added men's haircuts to my list of many talents.

And Lawson? Lawson is twice the age he was in my last post. He is also a few pounds heavier and a couple of inches longer. He laughs and squeals and gobbles up as many jars of bananas and carrots as I will let him. He is thisclose to sitting up on his own. He had pneumonia and came out of it like a champ. He is also the proud owner of a sippy cup, Gerber banana and apple cinnamon flavored puffs, 6+ months pacifiers, 6-9 month clothes, and an Indiana driver's license. OK, maybe I exaggerated about that last one, but where did my baby go?

I won't go three more months until my next post, but more will have to wait. Little man needs some oatmeal with nanners.