We have done nothing even remotely interesting this last week. I did finally give in and buy Ryanne a baby doll. She loves it almost as much as puppy. I dragged Ry to the mall yesterday (she hates the mall, that must be inherited from Mark because she sure didn't get it from me) and bought a new pair of jeans that aren't AS ugly as my old maternity jeans, which isn't saying much. And she is learning lots of new words, including the colorful language I'm sure she picked up yesterday while watching the Seahawks game with me.