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Pensive. Or gassy.

Jooj in her "wedding hat."

So. Tired.
I don't remember being this tired with Jooj. Maybe because she ate formula? Or because it wasn't as hot as the rocks of Hell outside when she was a baby?

Words don't come out as easily, either. At least ten times a day I have to clarify that I meant to say "laundry" or "dog" or "baby" instead of "car" or "house" or "ice cream."

Also, I have discovered that my true, exhausted nature is that of a total raging jerkface. All I want to do is destroy my husband when I look over at him sleeping peacefully while I am up for the fifth time in a night. Seriously. I would not be surprised to find him checking into a hotel for his own safety pretty soon. I will cut that vato.

Jooj is a fabulous big sister. She loves this brother so much. And has only pointed out that he is the wrong sex once.

And Buster/Segundo/Chico/Junior still is without a nickname that has stuck.

Also, please to excuse the phone pictured. Did I leave my digital camera at your place when I was in Utah? (I don't remember much about being there, so I am opening it up to every person in Utah...)