Dear Oliver: You're in to everything. I mean every damn thing. You may only army crawl but you're very efficient. I am officially worn out at the end of every day.
Dear Sickies: Move along. This is getting old. Please don't make my baby sick next. I may have to cut someone!
Dear Fatness: I have to get my act together as soon as this baby comes. I can't believe I've let myself get this fat. Fat. Fat. FAT.
Dear Dos: I know it seems late in the game but I'm really starting to warm up to the whole girl thing. Don't get me wrong, it's not that I didn't want a girl I just know how this could turn out. I don't want to mess her up. Guess only time will tell on this one if we're good enough parents.
Dear US Jobs: I did not get a Master's degree to be defeated by you. I want to work for the government. I'm making this happen.
Well I hope everyone had a great week. Any exciting plans for the weekend? I hope everyone is doing well and has a wonderful weekend!!!