i'm going to start making more of a conscious effort to get on here and write... honestly, i'm at the point where i don't even care if it's good... i know i just have to start again. maybe writing is like working out or dieting - it gets easier the longer i keep at it. unfortunately, i haven't started exercising or dieting, but i fully intend to... seriously, i do...
so, joey's sleeping after a long afternoon of shopping. i managed to pick up a couple of things for myself, but of course, bought him a lot more than i intended to. he's growing, if not grown, out of everything (which, i assume, is common). i remember when i first had him and i was opening gifts at my babyshower - everything looked so big... i couldn't ever imagine him fitting into 3/4 of the clothes people bought him. now, well, it's laughable.