I don't know if its the winter blues or general lack of sunshine and things to look forward to however, I'm ready to punch mostly everyone in the face.

Chris' "birthday" party was Friday night and the turn-out was fab.  I wanted to celebrate everyone who had a March birthday-- and their are lots in our circles of friends.  Good times.  I drank 3 beers.  We got home at 1:15.  Holy shit was I exhausted in the morning, not to mention hungover.  Wait.... it gets better.

We went to lunch Saturday with Nate and Susanne.  Everyone enjoyed burgers from the York Tavern in Hinsdale.  Not 30 minutes later, I started to feel really crummy.  Super bad stomach ache, nausea, yuck.  By 6 PM I had the cold sweats.  8 PM I was barfing my brains out.  See ya later hamburger.

So, after a night of barfing, and the following morning experiencing other stomach flu related activities, I AM FINALLY feeling better.  Holy shit.  The suckyest part is that Saturdays are my cleaning days-- Chris is home and can take care of the baby while I get things back in order.  With Saturday gone and today almost over, the house is in the shambles and the laundry pile is huge.  Great.

Shep is a big boy now and enjoying bathies in the actual bathtub-- not in the kitchen sink.   Not good.  This means he is growing.  I don't like it one bit.  I know some people say the bath rings are not safe however, Shep is the squirreliest 7 month old in the world and would literally flip himself out of any bathing apparatus.  So, short of rubber bungee cords, the bath ring is what we are using to clean the child.  Plus, Beau is so stinkin' cute when he plays in the tub.  I want to eat him.