Confession

Maybe you've noticed the lack of new pictures to the ole blog by now. Even if you haven't (and that would be surprising, considering how many requests I get for updated photos of my kids), you need to know the truth: we left the downloading cord to our camera at my in-laws' house.

Shoot. That's in Michigan.

My dear MIL called the other day to confirm that we had left it buried underneath some papers on her desk, and, saint that she is, she offered to mail it. It should be here soon, but for now I'm left penning pictureless posts (tee hee!). I can't even really dig into the old stuff, since my hubby got an external hard drive for Christmas and put all of our family photos on it. (Note: It is a 500 gb drive, which he had to explain to me is very large, and our 2,000+ photos took up just over 1 gb. That is pretty amazing. As he put it, we could take pictures for a lifetime and never fill that sucker up.) And while I realize that it is possible to get stuff off of external hard drives, I have neither the knowledge of how to do it nor the energy to figure out how at the moment. So if you're dying to see how ridiculously chubby my fat little Miss Charlotte has gotten (she weighed in at 14 lbs, 4 oz. at her 4-month checkup Monday), or the fantastic scratch Baylor scored on his face after tumbling down the stairs, or the way Jack pumps his arm and bobs up and down double-time every time he hears "You're a Good Man, Charlie Brown," then you're just going to have to sit on your hands and wait.

And for the record, we also left Stephen's winter cap and a bottle of Windex (don't ask) at my in-laws' house, as well as my beloved housecoat that Janie made for me several years ago at some friends' house, also in Michigan. It's a wonder we made it home with as much as we did, really.

Also, while I'm confessing, I need to let you know that yesterday I was so absorbed in blogging that I failed to notice that Baylor had quickly and quietly climbed onto the dining room table (via a chair), was standing in the middle of it, and batting cat-like at our chandelier. I caught him only after it dawned on me that it was a little too silent in the house, but not soon enough to prevent Jack from joining him and knocking down a glass bauble.

I realize it's not Monday, but really, that needed to be said.

I feel so much better now. Thank you.

(I should also confess that I only got them down after I first took a picture. I'll post that ASAP.)