Where'd the month go?

So, I'm realizing it's been nearly a month since I've posted something new. How time does run away when one is "gettin' stupid" in DC!

Even harder to believe is that my daughter is 8 weeks old tomorrow. She'll be 2-months the next week! The latest picture I've added to the Photos area shows her Aunt Katie holding this giant baby. And just how large has this spud gotten? Her birth weight was 7 lbs. 11oz...she's now 12lbs. 9oz! She was 20 1/2 inches at birth...now, 33inches! Kim says we are either raising a line backer or a forward for the WNBA.

Having Kim and Georgia here for a week and a half was so awesome! Most of the nights she and Georgia slept on the first floor while I was in "my room" and her folks in theirs on the third. Her mom and I were still getting up early to go to our respective jobs. On the mornings I did not go in, Kim got to sleep upstairs and I kept G. Actually, she had mellowed from her "crying fits" overnight. I realized one night how easily I could get frustrated.

Many people who know me consider me a patient person...a baby can change that. I found myself several times wanting to shake her or throw her against the wall to silence her screaming. Instead, I held her close and thanked the Lord for not causing her harm.

I gained even more respect for Kim and her being alone in Mississippi with our child. Raising a kid is no easy job.

Our house has been in the market for a few weeks with plenty of callers...but nothing serious. 2900 square feet has been a bit too much space for peeps.

I'm more than ready for them to be up here...while missing my home of Mississippi. On the flip side, working has kept my mind off things...but I feel like I've been working for almost 4 months straight! There's still a lot to do here but a great many exciting things going on, including gettin' hot & heavy with a redesign of the WUSATV9.com site.

More to come...

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