All that jazz.

I'm sick. I've been sick since last Saturday. So you know what that means? It means that I've eaten so much that in the past week I have put back on all the weight that I've lost over the last few months. Why, oh why, can't I be one of those people who loses weight when they get sick? Oh well, at least my sister is pregnant.

Here, look at this nice sandwich...

Whassat? Oh, yes. My sister is pregnant! Isn't that great? It means there is going to be another baby in the family! And I'm going to get skinny!

Here look at the cuteness...Isn't Jacob in big boy underwear just the cutest thing ever?! He turned 18-months old today and he's practically potty trained - this is almost all thanks to his nanny, mind you.

Oh, whassat? Yes, my sister is pregnant...yes, I will get skinny.

Wha...whassat? Why do I think that?

Because that's what always happens, silly goose.

Here look at Katelyn wearing the skirt I made her...

Huh? Whassat? I don't know why it happens, it just does. First baby...BAM! Deece drops 20 pounds. Second baby...baaaam. Deece loses some excess body fat. Third baby...bammm, then pop! Deece begins to lose weight then rapidly gains 60 pounds as she, herself, is pregnant. Fourth baby..baaa...we'll see, but I'm hoping the trend will continue.

Here look at this stunning red ginger...

(I know it's a nice photo...don't use it...it's mine. All rights reserved, and all that jazz.)