Finally Pitchas!

We've been alive, but Mama's been working like a fool on short stories that may, in the end, bring as much as $25. So much for the divine discontent of the author.
Updowns are handy for all sorts of uses.

Brother sleeping, when Miss Boo doesn't use the updown to sneak up tp the pack n' play, grab one side, and yell "WAKE UP BRUZZA! WAKEUP BRUZZA!" Because, of course, she wants him to smile at her.

I wish a drive-by library worked for grownups. (That's the stack to a model train she's holding up to her mouth.)

I don't have much else to tell, except that Miss Boo has taken to honking back whenever we hear the whistle of a train, and all birds that are not ducks, chickens, or robins are now officially "goose" in Boovian.

It's not that we haven't been busy, but how many times can you read abou someone else's apples and diapers.

Cheers,

Breanna