I don’t have one. I don’t even really have any grievances. I just haven’t really been up to… contact.
But I have been thinking a lot.
I have a friend, a gal I grew up with (she was about three years older than me but she had a little sister who was my age and I had sisters her age and her family was in the ward, you know the drill) who died last weekend. Of the flu. No, not the swine flu, just the plain old flu. She had three sons 9,6,and 3. What do you say about that?
I have the same stinking back pain. Again. (Still not pregnant.) And every time I try to stand I feel like the muscles in my back somehow forgot how to hold me upright.
We’re still planning on trying to move but there are still all these people in my house who keep eating, and wearing clothes and peeing in the toilets (and let’s face it, on the floor) and … And it’s difficult.
Sean has been very helpful and overall fantastic about all the chores we have for the selling the house prep.
The Princess turned 9. Isn’t she amazing and gorgeous?
Isn’t that cake amazing and gorgeous? My sister made it. It was delicious too.
My friend Annie, who’s also amazing and gorgeous see: (I couldn’t help it, it’s my favorite picture of her. Ok Fine,) came over to help me with the birthday party we had for the Princess. She came right in and took over, doing the hair and make-up of five 9ish year olds. By the end of the party, heck five minutes into the party, she was their god.
Me? I was their plaything:
The Infantile Delinquent turned 3.
I just love (and by love I mean loathe) having a three year old.
But I have to admit he does rock pretty freakin’ hard:
And now I’m all blogged out. Adieu.