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You readers better like the fact that I was able to get Amanda to take this picture with just an undershirt on (wife beater, A-shirt, what have you). I was actually threatened to be punched by my dear wife trying to get this picture taken. And it wasn't just a threat, she pulled her fist back and everything. I wasn't worried though, she was 8 feet away.


Hopefully, we won't have any more pictures with the big bulky sweaters.

Peanut seems to be doing well. A coworkers wife has told us that she dreamed it was a boy and we'll name it Marcus. She's got a 50% chance of being right about 1 of those 2 items. Considering Peanut will have an uncle Mark, the name Marcus is out of the question. And who knows if it's a x or a y yet?

If we do find out if it is a boy or a girl, we'll be sure to let you know. However, names are top secret! Who knows, maybe we'll make Peanut official!

Oh, and the hormones are starting to rage because the mood swings are coming more often now. This week it was tears rolling down her cheeks over a story on the morning news. I'm at the point where the mood swings are considered cute. I wonder how long that will last?

Bye.