As you can tell we haven't updated this in a couple days, but we've been mesmerized by the rapid descent into chaos we've been watching on CNN. I've always suspected that civilization was always three days away from total anarchy, but I never expected to watch it unfold like this. I could launch into an intense diatribe on the socio-political ramifications of the relief efforts, but there are other blogs no doubt devoted to that. So instead I'll just ask you make a donation to the relief efforts, then move on to the puking and pooping.
The debate for the last few days at Casa de Cheeky has been about whether or not to get a night nurse. Is it necessary, or are we just big babies? And the big question, you may ask, is "Why now?" Some of you may modify that to "Why now, morons?" Well, ECG has offered to help us with it, and after two months of late-night vigils and cleaning up spin-art in near-darkness the cumulative effects are wearing on us. The blissful feeling of waking up after a full night of sleep is pretty compelling, so we may give it a shot for a few days to see how it goes.
Chloe's hair is growing a little long in back, which makes her vaguely look like Mr. Mxyzptlk. She's also gotten much better at burping, and not those wussy Willie Wonka 'fizzy lifting drink' burps. We're talking full on Barney Gumbel/Ogre belches that shake windows and frighten wildlife. I don't know what side of the family she gets that from (probably both) but it's a good sign that she's getting stronger and figuring out the important things in life.
By the way, we just added a couple more pictures...check 'em out!