We didn't really celebrate at Waffle House (and other things of late).

Just to put all of your minds at ease, we actually went out for a nice dinner at one of our favorite local places, where we decided that the food is really not all that good (unlike Waffle House, where it is usually pretty consistently delicious). Not that I have any regrets, I'm just sayin.

Here are some local happenings:

Chris is here! He's already sleeping on the couch and it's not even 7 p.m. I estimate he has received 23,087 text messages since arrival.

I'm 17 weeks pregnant. Goodbye afternoon sickness. Hello backache.

John and Brian returned from a fishing trip up north, where John caught 20 fish with a Spiderman fishing pole. In the picture below, he is decked out in his "All about fish" glow in the dark t-shirt, and his "Musky Hunter" hat. He loves posing.

For the aforementioned and much talked about 8th anniversary, we got a babysitter (Miss Anna), and they had a Lincoln Log fiesta. When we got home, this is how we found him: all lights on in his room, him sacked out on the bed, his Lincoln Log castle in mid-floor.

Upon his awakening, he announced that the castle has "binoculars" -- note the two diagonal things on the lower left.

Below are some cool pics from Milwaukee (also a part of the fishing trip): Thanks Nanny!

Making brownies with Grampy.

At the races.

Zoom. Fast as a jet. (he says)

And now ... I'll leave you with a smile ...