Ok, so I've been a negligent poster as of late because we LOST OUR CAMERA! And, what fun is it to post with no pictures?? To shed some light on the title of this post, let me start at the beginning. Christian dropped his phone in a water bucket while washing windows about a month or so before Christmas. We got him a new Blackberry because we figured with a new business and him being on the road a lot, it would really help out to reduce the amount of work he had to do from home. As we were checking out at Verizon, the salesman happened to mention something about phone insurance. I'm not a typical warranty-buying, full coverage insurance card-carrying person, but I knew given our rotten luck with phones, this might be a necessity. THANK GOODNESS. Christian dropped his NEW phone in to a bucket of water AGAIN two days ago. One $50 deductible later, he had a new Blackberry. Whew! Now, let's backtrack. Christmas was fabulous- truly relaxing and wonderful in every way. On Christmas day, we were taking pictures of the kids playing "Ring Around the Rosy." Next thing I know, our camera has all but disappeared into thin air. GONE. We looked everywhere, sent out an S.O.S. to Christian's family (we spent Christmas in Utah with the Bells this year), but to no avail. We drove home to Albuquerque sans camera. The tragic thing is that this was an almost brand-new camera, and, hello, we are having a baby in a couple of months with no way to document it! I'm heartbroken for all the lost pictures that are on that camera and also that we now have no way of saving moments for our posterity until we get a new camera (which I don't see happening anytime in the near future). So, don't expect any razzle-dazzle posts in the near future either. On to more recent events. Yesterday, after days of putting off grocery shopping out of pure laziness, I finally made it out of the house. On the way to Wal-mart, I was taking a left when the sun jumped out from behind the trees and blinded me. I ran over a huge curb and my front tire went completely flat in about 5 seconds. I called Christian who came right over, no chiding and no complaints, and changed my tire. Yep, he's a good one. So, I drove to Wal-mart again today to see if their tire dept. can fix my tire. Nope- bent rim. I take it to another place down the road. Instead of waiting there, I stick Oliver in the stroller and head down to Chick-fil-A for lunch. It's January 9th and I'm sweating as I walk down the street. Crazy. As I'm finding a seat in the full restaurant with my tray in one hand and stroller in the other, my tray slips and my delicious cookies and cream milkshake goes tumbling to the floor and splatters all over me and the table next to me. AHHHH! Not only was I really embarassed, but dripping with milkshake that I could obviously no longer enjoy the way I had been looking forward to! The day's not over yet, but Oliver had a total meltdown in Chick-fil-A, wouldn't eat anything, and was throwing himself all over the floor. Before I followed suit, I called Christian and asked if he could please come pick us up and drive us back to the tire store, b/c I had reached my limit for the day/week/month, which he so thougtfully did. As I write this, Oliver, who was SOOOOO tired at the restaurant, has been playing in his crib for the past 2 hours, without even an attempt at napping. And, I'm not getting him out until he does.