Cusp

Tomorrow this blog turns three.

Christ, that's old. In blog terms, anyway. I've amassed eight hundred and eighty some posts, put up way too many pictures, and generally wasted plenty of time, mine and yours.

My first year passed by without notice, but last year I managed to remember to send a card. I'm writing this today because life has been beyond hectic and I can't say for sure if I'll remember tomorrow. The baby, she is crawling. In addition, she's entered that phase where her greatest desire if for me (or occasionally dad) to hold her in a standing position. The child is dying to walk. If I dare to put her down even for the most basic of reasons (namely, I have to pee) the protests can be heard 'round the neighborhood. I can't say that I mind, however. She's a true delight to be around, other than the constant attention thing.

Sam has turned his attention outward. The warm weather has him clamoring for outside outside outside. If I didn't have a lap top I probably wouldn't post again until November. Thank the good lord in heaven we don't live in an apartment building anymore. We can just roll out the back door and have at it.

Anyway, three.