It's like I never even left!

I don't even know how to begin to account for my absence. It's been like eight years, right? Oh, six months? Well, what's the difference?

I guess I can start by telling you that nothing has changed around here. I'm still the same sarcastic, borderline insane lady you all have come to enjoy laughing with at. At least I hope so.

So, let's recap... Remember when I said I was going to write a book about parenting? And you encouraged me? And even went so far as to say you would buy it? Well, it's still in the works. I've got a new chapter to add to my "hug it out" method...

Your eyes are not deceiving you, my dears. What better way to force your endlessly bickering little boys to love each other unconditionally than to stick them in a hole and let them deal with their issues together. Yeah. That's what I say.

At least that's what I was saying before those mean people with white coats on came and took them away from me.

Anyway, moving right along...

Remember when I said I wasn't ready to cut Owen's hair? And you encouraged me not to? He is the baby, you know, and sending him for his first real haircut is a lot like cutting the umbilical cord, and I am just not sure I'm ready to do that yet.

Well, I still haven't. And have no plans in the immediate future to, either.

In fact, his little surfer-boy hairdo is growing on me - in more ways than one. And he gets a lot of compliments on it.

From me.

The only thing that has changed is a new addition to our family.

It arrived on Mother's Day - the best possible day for a new member of our love nest to enter our crazy world.



It was, without a doubt, the best day... okay second best day... alright fifth best day of my life.



I feel like I am complete now, that all is right in the world, and if the Good Lord decided to take me tomorrow, I would be ready and willing now that I have the greatest thing any decent human being could ask for.



My baby even got its own special sleeve in the million dollar home.

What?

Did you really think I was being serious about putting my kids in that thing?

I guess some might consider my camera to be one of my kids, but that's a whole different story. I'm talking about my new lens. In photog speak, it's 50mm of 1:2.0 of macro yummy goodness. I fall more in love with it every time we gaze into each other's viewfinders. Aaaahhhhhh.....

So, you see, nothing has changed, I'm still distracted by shiny things, and my kids are still making me teeter on the brink of that big huge cliff of insanity.

And I keep feeding them, and they keep growing like weeds...

That extra kid is not mine. It's my cutie pie nephew. Who also has a new cutie pie sister...



Alright that's about enough for today. But there will be a quiz tomorrow, so study hard tonight and get those #2 pencils ready, folks!