Well, I'm here again with nothing to say. The baby's getting big, eating food and sleeping in his bed, sitting up and scooting around. It seems like he was just born. Why does time go faster as we get older, no one told me that. Then if you get really old, time just seems to stand still and it's like you're just waiting to die. I hope I never get like that, I hope that I always have something to do, even if it's just reading or knitting (yeah, right) or something.