Your Go-To Source For Market Strategy

The nation's leading financial news source and newspaper evidently respects my brother's opinion on finance and the rise and fall of the markets.  Tim has made his debut in The Wall Street Journal.  To prevent you from falling asleep as you attempt to read this article (finance is so boring - sorry Tim), go ahead and skip to the very last paragraph, bottom right-hand corner. 

Just in case you're not able to read this print the last paragraph reads - "Based on the comments coming out of the minutes, it's clear that easy money is going to continue to flow," said Tim Evans, a market strategist at brokerage firm Lind-Waldock in Chicago.

My words exactly.  Couldn't have said it better myself.  That's why we're twins.

Evan Stinnett - You're Wanted in the Principal's Office

This is the look of mischief that we've been getting since Evan was about six months old.  Around that time my mom made several comments about how he seemed to communicate with his eyes.  She is convinced that Evan will be a permanent fixture in the principal's office when he finally reaches school age.  His facial expressions are also endless - but that's not too surprising considering the Evans Family has never been lacking in that department.

The Wildebeest

Baby number two is definitely a hot topic around here.  I'm finally to the point that when I hold another infant I can feel that maternal yearning for another one.  Six months ago I probably would've thought twice about even holding another infant.  Let's face it - the infant stage was not a great experience for me the first time around.  Evan literally made me question whether motherhood was right for me.  His incessant crying for 5 months about put me over the edge.  But I survived it - barely. 

Even though I think I'm ready now, we have decided to wait until this summer to try for bambino numero dos. We're hoping to enjoy one last family vacation before I have to keep reminding myself of what I should and shouldn't be eating.  I've been really happy with that decision - so happy that I've already been brainstorming baby names again.  I was even looking at maternity clothes online.

AND THEN I CAME ACROSS THIS PICTURE

This picture is enough to make me want to wait ten years for another baby.  I'm only referring to the right half of the picture.  Robert and Evan are perfecto - Me?  Well, as Jonathan so eloquently and lovingly said, "God, Amanda, you look like a friggin' wildebeest!"  I can't really deny it.  I guess that's what an extra 50 lbs. will get me.  It's not the worry of losing the extra weight.  I lost all of my weight and more within a year.  But I'd rather be proud of my hospital pictures and not look like a wild animal from Africa.

Maybe this picture needs to go up on the refrigerator to be a constant reminder NOT to eat an entire bag of Oreos in one sitting.  I'm making my vow right now - you are all my witnesses - I will gain a "healthy" amount of weight with baby #2.  There's not much I can do about the swelling, so the fat feet are inevitable.

I asked Robert this morning, "How could you even stand looking at me like that?"  You know what his response was?  He laughed.  Point taken.