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After deciding that there was no earthly way for me to catch up on blogging after the holidays, I posted all of our pictures here for your viewing pleasure. There's also a delightful commentary.

The most exciting thing that happened to us over the weekend is that Andrew sprained his ankle. We were at Wendy's when it happened, which bothers me. I wish we could have been somewhere cooler because I've only had to tell the story 100 times. He was standing in our booth and walking along the seat. When he got to the end he didn't realize that it ended and fell onto his foot. He seemed OK. He did the "Andrew cry" that lasts about 10 seconds and we went on our way. When we went to the next store we had to hit, he totally collapsed on the floor screaming. I felt so bad. We took him home to rest and the next morning he still wouldn't put any weight on it. We hauled him down to the doctors for an x-ray. It wasn't broken but it was a bad sprain. The doc wrapped it and we've been keeping it that way.

The worst part about the whole thing is that Andrew hasn't been able to walk. It's torture for all of us. I took the kids swimming yesterday and had to carry Andrew the entire time. Imagine carrying a 30 lbs. bag of lard. That's what carrying Andrew around feels like. My arms better be toned after all of this. He's also regressed to crawling, which makes him look like a pretty special child. He's this giant baby. I am ready for his ankle to heal up. I was enjoying my freedom.

Just another day in the life of the world's best mom.