Oliver is one month old today. Holy cow, it has been the fastest/furiousest month of my life.
I am amazed at the constant blessings that have come our way. Three beautiful, busy healthy boys! Wow.
See? Aren't they handsome? (Oliver is asleep in 99% of all pictures because he's asleep 99% of the time. Give him his binkie and it's off to dreamland.)
Life is truly good. All is well.
And in other news, the Swine flu *ahem* H1N1 flu (it's politically incorrect to blame the pigs you know) has hit Las Vegas. I haven't witnessed such a media storm since it SNOWED in December. Sheesh! People are FR-EAKING out! Seriously, it's only kind of humorous. People are genuinely terrified, which is highly irritating. If the darn media would quit scaring people, then we'd be fine.
We actually got a LETTER from management here in the ghetto, assuring us that Management was ON TOP of the pandemic. No worries! The ghetto-landlords will protect us! (And they reminded us to wash our hands often.) Phew, I was so worried.
The real kicker: the kid who got it has 100% recovered. We didn't even hear about it until he was all better! And the other lady has chronic health problems, so what's the big deal? I dunno, but apparently it's news, just as big as the double stabbing at the Denny's. (I wish I was making that one up, but alas, I am not.) So, please wash your hands, if you come to visit me. I don't want H1N1 in my ghetto.
Double stabbings? Now, THAT I can deal with. :)
The other thing I am NOT cool with is the 96 degree heat. It's not even close to AS hot as it's going to GET but dang it all to heck, I'm a sweaty pig... oh wait, is it politically incorrect to assert that pigs sweat? Because they DON'T. NOR DO THEY CAUSE SWINE FLU. No offense to all the pigs, I take it back. I'm a sweaty horse, not a pig. Okay?
What a world.