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Can you believe even more amazing and fantastic things have happened since I wrote yesterdays post? Let me fill you in:

We're going to be moving back to the Boston area soon so that Dave can spend his sabbatical doing hard-core research stuff at MIT, although most likely he'll be spending most of his time hanging out and talking to John, the guy who owns the lunch truck that stops in front of the lab a few times each day. This is also, by the way, where Dave and I spent lots of time falling in love over a shared cup of macaroni and cheese. Anyway, we decided that since we love Salem so much we would try and find a place to rent there, and we just got final confirmation today that we have succeeded. Not only did we find a place, we found a place that's got a heated pool, is right next to the commuter rail, is across the street from historic downtown Salem, and has a mini theater that you can "rent" for three hour time increments. I sense many private viewings of Brokeback. And probably Ghostbusters.

This morning, because I really like to kick myself when I'm feeling down (actually, I wasn't really feeling down; I just wrote that because I liked the way it sounded), I decided to try on my pre-pregnancy, size 10 jeans. And guess what? They fit. I didn't even have to lay on my bed and wiggle into them, that's how much they fit. Sadly, the ending of the story that was today involves two pieces of KFC original crispy chicken, lots of mac and cheese, three biscuits, some mashed potato and gravy, and a chocolate parfait. Methinks they won't be fitting again tomorrow.

And finally, this afternoon, after rooting around in the contents of Henry's diaper, I found this:

That little piece of history is getting taped into Henry's scrapbook.