I Heart Jim HalpertI've missed him.

Also, Dwight.

(Am I the only one that finds it wildly amusing when Dwight places the word "Also" in front of anything he says? If so, that's fine. I don't mind laughing by myself.)

Hubba Hubba

It was our hair that brought us together.

We have changed a little since then, but our hair was a

Love Radar

seeking out our one and only...

http://www.yearbookyourself.com/

Supperharrow

A PARENT'S GUIDE TO

YOUR TODDLER,

THE SUPPERHARROW

(OR, IN ADULT SPEAK, "SUPERHERO")

Like all parents, you are probably desperate to know if your child possesses superhuman powers.

This short, informative guide will be of great value to you in the assessment process.

Simply read over the following criteria and answer Yes or No to determine if your child has hidden super powers:

1. Does your child use words like POW! BLAM-O! ZAP! KABLAM! KABLOOEY! ZING! or SHAZAM!?

2. Does your child sprint through the house while yelling,

"To the Bat Cave! There's not a moment to lose!"

3. Does your child attempt to disguise himself?

4. Does your he/she attempt to control the elements?
5. Does your super toddler display stealth movements or attempt to capture his/her mortal enemies through mesmerizing dance moves?

6. Does your extraordinary toddler defy death by putting himself/herself in dangerous circumstances on a regular basis?

7. Does your child have an oh-so-innocent alter ego?

8. Does your toddler often come to the rescue of adults?

9. Does your potential supperharrow have A Girl?

10. Finally, does your child stay out late every night ridding the world of evil villains?

If you answered Yes to any of these questions, you do NOT have a superhero in your house--you just have a kid and he/she is probably 2 years old. :)

Temporarily Lost, Recently Found, Consequently Paid Homage: A Bodily Reunion

I dedicate this post solely to the

Momentous Return of My Ankles,

once listed Missing In Action.

Take 'em off the list, MIA list-makers--they're back in action!

And while I'm at it, a hearty

Welcome Back

to my non-elasticized jeans. Ah, a button! A zipper!

A WAIST, FOR THE LOVE OF ALL THAT'S DENIM! Okay, I probably should also thank my uterus for once more taking her proper place somewhere in the middle of my body rather than obscenely protruding into unknown territory.

Take your place, my friend. You're no longer needed.

(Insert silent, inward squeal...)

Hold up. I'm not so unfeeling as to snub such a hard-working organ.

As a reward, I offer her the following consolation prizes called

CLOTHES THAT FIT:

If anyone needs me, I'll be the one in the jeans.

(Insert another LOUD inward squeal...)