Sorry I haven't blogged. Sometimes I think that there is just too much going on and I should probably just give it up. BUT, I don't think I'll do that because I love having a digital journal of our lives. I love that if I "kind of" remember something, I can search my blog and find more about it. Then it's like, Oh Yeah! - That's what happened. So I'll keep trucking at an alarmingly slow pace.
Dear Bobby and Amanda:
We were so glad to see you last weekend, even if it was for a brief moment. Maybe on our Christmas drive down we can stop and hang out more.
I'm sorry to admit it, but your needs have moved waaay down the list of "needs to be met." I understand that you'd like to chase the ball 50 million times a day, but that isn't realistic.
STOP growing. Just stop. Is it bad that I don't want you to crawl? Because before I blink my eyes you'll be walking, and then walking to school, then driving to school, then driving away to school. Oh yeah, I forgot I'm homeschooling for college. Never mind.
Dear Postage Scale:
You're still the best thing I've ever purchased.
Everything is worse when you're around. Let's get rid of you soon.