This week, it’s all about character.

Maybe it’s because I’ve been sniffing massive paint fumes for three days straight.  (Grandparents of the offspring: NOT TO WORRY, they really weren’t so bad…)

Maybe it’s because I look around at my house and I think OH MY WORD ARE WE EVER GOING TO BE READY TO MOVE IN!?

Maybe it’s because Joey tore all the trim work off a window in one of the bathrooms yesterday as an “experiment”.

Maybe it’s because our next door neighbors have two really huge German Shepherds which hate Henry with a passion, and one of the people outside with the dogs referred to Henry as “a chew toy” when they saw his furry little body.

Maybe it’s just because it’s what we feel like doing?

So, yeah, we are elbow-deep in our remodel the house project.  Almost all the walls have been painted, except for four piddly closets we forgot about.  Ugh.  I have to buy more ceiling paint now.  The wood floors (which encompass all the flooring in the entire house!!) are very nearly ready to be refinished once we secure a bid we like and get it lined up.  The kitchen?  Well, we haven’t done much yet but we’re going to start on that tomorrow.

Suffice it to say, Joey has been too busy to stitch together the panoramic “before” shots he took the other day.  But I promise sometime I’ll get around to posting them.  It’s just I’m, like, SO BUSY and whatever.

But tomorrow I will be 28 weeks.  Or, rather, the child will be 28 weeks and I will be just 28 weeks fat.  (I mean “not fat”, Joey. I would never call myself fat.  Ever.)

Therefore, please vote on the name in the below poll which you believe from the bottom of your heart has the most…character.  The least character-y name will be deleted.  FOREVER.  Never more to see the light of the internet pixels on your screen.  The end.