Just for the record, no new baby yet... but I have to say, Wednesday I was still able to carry Edwin in the framepack and still bend down to tie my shoes erstwhile!  Sunday night of this week was my last fly-workout.  I was so tired the next day, I had 3 naps.  It was a combination of many things, but I think I'll save fly for postpartum now.  I'm kindof sad.  I miss it already.  The other 3 strokes do not pack a punch like fly does.  I don't even feel like I'm exercizing.  Swimming the other 3 strokes feels for me the way yoga looks... very boring and just about flexibility and breathing now...  I know yoga *can* be intense, but I have yet to see it 'advertised' as such.

Yesterday, Edwin pooped in the tub.  (Yeah, it happens.)  He looked at his poops and proclaimed, "sausage".

So, last night, Edwin and I were awake until 2am. One lovely thing we did, besides fixing the stereo together, was to review the alphabet.  He was in the mood to cooperate for some reason, and I was very impressed by his mastery of the letters in the book I made him.  (I photographed his foam letters from Aunt Carolyn and had Shutterfly make them into a snapbook for him.)  He knew: A, B, C, D (after first calling it an F, and then correcting himself), E, F, G, H (which he calls "8"), I, (He missed J and K, but often confuses K and X), L, M (He missed N), O, (He missed P), Q, R, S, T, (He missed U) V, W (He has his own special word for W, but we know what it is...), X, Y, (and he missed Z).  Just for reference, he's learning to say "one" and can say "two" and "three".  Michael says to him "One, Two, Three" and he'll repeat "Two, Two, Three!".  However, if I say "One, Two, Three, Four, Five", and hold up my fingers, he'll say "One" and hold up one finger.  A couple of weeks ago, Michael was with Edwin at an ELEVATOR.  Edwin apparently looked up and said "E-I-E-I-O".  I suspect he will read before he can really speak.  That's kindof funny.  He is learning many new nouns, though.  He's working hard to get the sounds right in "Water" and he frequently makes use of this request.

Last night at dinner, Edwin was very hungry, but Michael correctly figured out the reason he wouldn't eat was that he was thirsty, despite having water available.  I figured it was b/c it was so hard to get any significant water flow out of those sippy cups, so I took the lid off as an experiment.  It was water anyhow!  So, he now can officially drink out of a hard plastic cup without a lid.  He was soooo excited.  The rest of the meal was wonderful (Michael had made middleeastern couscous like we had eaten in Marseillle), and Edwin had plenty to drink and then of course, plenty to eat!  Then at the end, of COURSE he dumped the rest of the water.  (This is why he only had small amounts at a time, heheh.)

Monday, I figured out finally how to deal with Edwin's hair, I think. The first time we tried to trim Edwin's hair, it was a bit of a disaster, although his hair didn't sustain too much damage.  So, I figured out that I can just use a standard razor (like I use on my legs or Michael uses on his beard).  Edwin's hair is so soft, I just need to outline the hairline for him and leave the internal hair alone.  That way, he can keep his most natural look without looking totally untended.  I figure that should work for awhile anyhow.  I did nick him a bit with the blade though. :(  Oh well, he didn't even notice, and neither did I - until he was out of the bath.  So, it's not like he got hurt.  But still... :(