Sorry about the blurry pictures. I think it has to do with the Heisenburg Uncertainty Principle. Or maybe just because I wasn't using my flash. Or maybe because Charlie moves SO FAST.
He started almost-crawling Saturday night while wearing nothing but a baby bathrobe, size newborn, that didn't quite cover his whole bottom. I'm sure you can imagine how disappointed I was that my camera was in the other room.
No news here... believe me I wish I could post a big fat "MOVING TO ..." but we're having trouble filling in the "..." I was so sure when I posted the other day that we would be going to North, but then the Perfect Apartment (central air, two bathrooms, walk to six coffee shops, two subway stops, a playground, a Trader Joes, a Whole Foods, and the river. Heat and hot water included!) was taken down from Craigslist and I thought the Universe was trying to tell me something, like perhaps we should just live out our days in my parents' basement (it's a very nice basement actually, with a living room and a kitchen) because this whole adult thing was just TOO HARD.
I've been avoiding Craigslist. Ryan goes near-catatonic when I bring up the subject of Great Apartments Available Now That Won't Be When We're Ready. We've decided to delay making a decision until Thursday, the last possible day when hopefully we'll have some more information about South. But unless that information is that they are offering Ryan $500,000 a year, use of a private jet, and a condo on Nevis, I really don't think it's going to make the decision any easier.