Another one bites the dust

We have been very lucky lately.

No, blessed. Very blessed. First, we have been healthy for over a month (other than my normal nausea stuff). Second, Rob got a promotion-ish... more like a change in his job. It is great because when accepting it, he did it on a contingency of re-evaluating in a year. So he gets the chance to try something new and see if he likes it - working with the sales team and the neurosurgeons as an engineer consultant as well as coming up with a strategy for future research development for the company. Third - we are having another girl (and Bekah is thrilled) who so far looks very healthy. Fourth, the baby has developed new adorable skills, like giving kisses, sitting in a small child chair (he is so proud to sit down all by himself on something 2 inches off the ground), and running around everywhere. Every Sunday Rob asks if he can take Stephen to nursery. He is ready at 14 months. I mean we are ready.

But in one area, I am cursed. Yes, cursed. I am on number 5. Oh my poor cell phones. 1 - fell off a chair with such perfect timing to be crushed in a closing door. 2 - stolen. 3 - volume broke; it was a used phone. 4 - I found my baby had grabbed the phone off my nightstand and was washing the toilet with it. I seriously had just turned around...

Ah well, at least we can laugh about it.