I stopped at REI on the way to the gym and bought a dog walking belt. I can't clip the dogs to the belt because I have to be able to react quickly if Eddie gets set off, but I needed the belt to attach my iPod, cell phone, and poop bags to when I'm not wearing jeans. Lately I've been wearing gym shorts and they kept getting dragged lower and lower with all the weight. I was getting to the point where I was nearly flashing the construction workers some crack. Not good. Used it today and it worked just dandy. I love when something like that comes together.
Time to clean, but first, continuing with the posting of random pictures, I'll post a couple from our vacation to CA last month. Note my face in these two pictures. D believes he is unable to smile on command for photographing purposes. So, we're sitting there and I get the brilliant idea to stick my finger down his butt (not near any gross stuff) in an effort to get him to laugh. The only problem was when I did it, *I* made the face, not him. I'm nothing if not completely smoooooth.
Hmmm....hard to believe that study is not bunk, but maybe I'll let myself believe it for one second and consider that perhaps I am acceptable as a physical specimen...or maybe it's J who is driving the girl offspring. On the other hand, since we're both scientists, we were supposed to have produced a boy. Anyway....how does the sperm know if it is the first or later offspring, anyway? That guy seems to think the rule only holds true for first children.
ReplyDeleteWell, there was that other study about non-first born brothers being gay more often than the first-born with the theory being that the environment within the womb changing in some way after the first pregnancy, so perhaps it's the same with this situation?
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