I’m back (again).

September 3, 2007 - Filed Under: News - 3 comments

As my hubby so kindly pointed out (about 50 times in the past three days), it’s been awhile since my last post. I tried to remind him that I’ve been busy, what with a job and two kids and all. I even reminded him that the only reason I ever wrote anything on here at all was just to appease him. Neither of those two reasons seemed to satisfy him and the nagging continued. I guess my past charitable deeds just weren’t enough…

So, in hopes that this will garner me a fabulous birthday present (ahem, it’s only 21 days away Josh), I suppose I’ll write something brilliant and entertaining.

(Any ideas?)

First, I’m going to complain about joshandmeg.net, Version 2.0. I’ve got a bone to pick with you, Kephart. The new design sucks. It blows. I hate it. I hate that when I go to megankephart.net, instead of being directed to my blog (remember when you made me spend hours deciding on a theme for it?!?), I get directed to your site. I hate that all your entries are lumped in with mine, and I really hate when I log in to my “dashboard,” the proverbial online version of my private journal, I STILL HAVE TO LOOK AT YOUR STUFF. And you know what that means? It means that my journal isn’t a really a journal. It’s not private; the whole point was to give me a place to write stuff, and if I wanted, to keep it private. But nooooooooooo. Instead, when I log on, my journal is a co-journal, with a co-author named Josh. What’s even worse, is that as I write this, you’re complaining that I’m complaining! It’s my journal. I can write whatever I want. If I want to say that you’re a crusty booger-eater or something equally as gross, I can. I am the writer, editor and CEO of my blog and of megankephart.net. Not you. Besides, we all know who really wears the pants in this verbal relationship. (And it’s not you, love.) I really don’t want to listen to you complain that I haven’t written anything, when as I’m sitting here writing you’re still complaining.

Anyway… Moving on.

My baby’s growing up. Ok, well, they both are. But my bigger baby (not Josh) is turning into such a big boy. This weekend he got a big-boy bed! Well, to be fair, he actually got the bed for his birthday as a gift from my parents, but we just now got him the mattress. He loves it. He’s been playing in his room all day today. I’ll post some pictures of his new digs.

What else? Xave-o now has nine teeth. Five on top, four on the bottom. I suspect number ten is on the way. His face has been a constant river of snot and drool lately. Ali’s pretty gross too. I think we can attribute all of her bodily facial fluids to the common cold though. Poor girl. She’s all congested and just seems miserable.

On a happier (and final note, because I hate to go to work) Ali is huge. She’s gotten so fat and happy and it just makes me laugh. I’ll post some picture of her for your viewing pleasure too.

Enjoy folks. I’m back.

Megan Ali, Josh, Megan, website, Xavier