Arrgghh!!

Well, as you can see, I've posted more pictures. The arrgghh!! is because I can't get them the size I want them. Anybody have any hints? Yes, normally I would be able to figure this out on my own, but my normal brain cells have either died or been replaced with what I like to call "post-pardum mommy cells". That means that my brain is now full of things relevant to motherhood (thus pushing all other information out) and I'm half-way delirious (that's the post-pardum part). However, I'm now six weeks past my delivery date, so expect the fog to lift like magic at any time. Things are going fabulous. We've made some new friends who have decided to move in with us. They are of the ant persuasion and number about one trillion. They really like to hang out around my living room rug. Why, I'm not sure, as the all-you-can-eat buffet is in the kitchen. We are also plagued by roaches. All of them unwanted houseguests, to say the least. This is the only reason I would trade Alabama's mild winters for Nebraska's insanely cold weather. The cockroach I killed last night brought to mind the night Laura, Tracy and I were attacked by not one, but five, flying killer roaches in our kitchen in the Yellow Brick House. We saw a roach on the floor, screamed and climbed on the table only to be the target of an air strike. I shiver to this day. It also reminded me of being attacked by a flying cockroach as I was laying in bed...eight months pregnant. Picture an elephant jumping hurdles. Aubrey never saw me move so fast. He was afraid I was going into labor. Blech!!