It's been since mid-February that I've written. Let me go ahead and get you up to speed on the past 9 months. Evan Matthew was born February 21. To make a long story short, like my labor was, I went the caster oil route this time. As Kellen chanted "chug it, chug it, chug it" I held my nose and swallowed the slimy goo mixed with orange juice around 8pm. Three hours later, I was in active labor. Two hours after that, I was holding Evan in my arms. He cried, I cried, and I shook like I was having a seizure, because apparently that's what happens after delivering a baby. He was a little guy coming in at 7lb 4oz and 20.5". So, today marks my little Evan's 9 month birthday. He is thriving; pulling himself up on the couch, fireplace (safe? probably not), stairs and crawling around this house at speeds that I should probably be recording. And then there's my firstborn, Khloe. She's ginormous. My mini-me is the most...