So my official theory is that I am the only mother on this planet whose baby consistently outgrows his footie pajamas by the feet. As in, the pajamas as a whole fit just fine, except for the feet.

Also, I am yet again not allowed to go to work today. I still need to talk to my manager, as I have no idea what the plan is as to the work I was supposed to do, which as far as I'm aware is still lying in my cubicle untouched. The funny, or not so much, thing about this situation is Lali is the only francophone on my team who can get to work this week, and I don't even want to think how flooded (no pun intended) with work she must be.