Silence in the house - my parental units are out cruising around Chesterfield county and Lily is sleeping. While on the phone with my sister, Lily decided to attack me - which means crawling all over me and alternately licking and biting me. It was interesting trying to hold a conversation while Lily teethed on my arm. I was telling Risa about Beth’s surgery and I think we are all relieved that it isn’t cancer, and also that no doctor will tell her she’s a hypochondriac or that it’s all in her head anymore. I think lately doctors who can’t figure out your problems within the 15 minute window they have with you just chalk it up to insanity and prescribe Prozac. Okay, maybe that’s a bit extreme, but many people I know have been told that their illness is non-existant when it obviously isn’t.

Anyway, Beth is fine and recovering from her surgery, Risa was sipping an extra-hot skim latte, reading the paper and waiting for yoga class in Southlake, TX and I am sitting here taking a break from work and wondering if I should be taking a shower instead of working on Lily’s stuff. Or working on client deadlines. I’ve been billing like a fiend lately - now I just have to get paid.

Lily’s learning to eat chunky food now, which is great - maybe soon I won’t have to purchase baby food anymore. That stuff is expensive! Some fund manager should come up with a mutual fund of diaper companies, baby food manufacturers, diaper wipes, teething ring manufacturers and burp clothes. We’d all be millionaires.