So much.

So much has happened. Which is why I've nixed the postings lately.

Emma has turned 3. My sassy little handful, Emma. We had an early morning cake as is tradition here. I went in and decorated her room with streamers and balloons the night before (which she still is not allowing me to take down!) I let her pick out a toy at Toys R Us...she chose an electric toy guitar. Which really...as far as battery operated toys go...isn't all that annoying.
I will load up some pics just as soon as I load the new program for my new camera that replaced the last one after i dropped it on the lens. My bad.

Emma....
You have kept me on my toes these 3 years. This last past year more than most. You are just coming into a loving side. You will give me random kisses and hugs...and I whole heartily prefer it over the last year of 1 second bouts of affection. You still have your "devil eye" The look that you give someone right before you do something that you KNOW is going to piss them off. "The Devil is Free! hes speaks through me!" And the foot stomp! Gods help us the foot stomp! Love and hate it equally. Little Ms. Verruca. But we love you all the more for it. Wyatt is your best friend. You both play wonderfully together and I love to watch. You are about to get your tonsils and adenoids removed and tubes put back in your ears. Hopefully this will help you speak, sweety. I know you are trying so hard.
I love you sassy sweet bebe.
Mum.

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Randy will be home this Wednesday. Then the fun starts. Rummage Sale, Going away party, movers coming and going, finishing the house for the renters and then off to concrete hell....ahem ... err I mean Norfuck...ahem *cough* Norfolk, Virginia. whew.
We have a house. We have renters. We're off again.

I have no illusions. This will suck. I do not look forward to this move. I'm numb to this whole crap fest. Please do help me find the silver lining. But chances are I will be able to poo poo any suggestion you may have. Just sayin.