Mr. and Mrs. Lito: The Late and the Up-to-date

Um, I found this beginning to blog post that I started like five months ago:

Anton and I are looking for an apartment. We're being kind of slow about it, because then we'll be so broke it'll hurt. And no one likes being that painfully broke. :-)

I am not pregnant. People keep speculating (not that that bothers me--I don't really mind). It's not happening, though. I don't mean ever, it will happen eventually. But I need several months worth of becoming healthy before I even begin to try, considering how sick I was from nursing. So, that's that.

Anton's making borsh right now. Every time he makes it, he gets an obscene amount of praise from people--it really feeds his ego. But his borsh is dang good...

My calling as a Wolf Cub Scout leader is turning out to be kinda fun, actually. I think they like me, too, because I'm in pretty tight with all their moms, and they said there's no way they're ever releasing me...

Andrei is a little sassy pants now. Sometimes I wish he would not catch on to stuff so quickly, because it takes so much longer to un-teach. But then I guess my job would be way easier if that were the case.

And now the updated updates:

We found an apartment. Pretty broke. But it's cool.

Apparently I got healthy real fast because I got pregnant pretty much the day we stopped trying not to. Due in March.

All of my Wolves turned nine... and now I'm a Bear leader.

Andrei is way more sassy than he was even a month ago. He always asks "Why?" or "Why not?" When I tell him to stop doing something. Only he doesn't care about the answer. But he's still cute enough to get away with tons of crap.

Anyway, life is pretty great. When I don't have to smell the stuff people cook. ;-)

P.S. I always give a fake name when I order food or whatever (it started out as an accident, but then it was fun). My go-to name when I panic because I forgot to think of one is Beulah. It always trips somebody up. But I thought I was so clever this last time when I gave Hyacinth. However, the Barnes and Noble waitress was totally on top of it. She knew how to spell it, knew it's a flower, and told me she'd never met anyone named Hyacinth and that it's such a beautiful name. Then I felt lame because my name is Erica instead of Hyacinth. Heh!