Annaliese is sitting on my lap right now, chewing on a (capped) red pen. We kind of love her now. I even like the dogs more, now that Annaliese is obsessed with them, so in the world of the family, all is good.
We're heading to the Ozarks over the 4th. I was about to type that it should be fun-- but who knows? I've never taken a nearly-six-month-old Annaliese to a bed and breakfast before. One things for sure, parenthood is a brand-new gig all the time...
There are professional things in the wind. More on that later. But the strangest thing about babies is they're not static, and so it's hard to make plans. Sure, I can do x, y, and z now, but in two months, when Annaliese is crawling? I've never had such a cest la vie attitude in my life (and for you francophiles: I am perversely enjoying the butchering of las francais, mais oui? immature but true).
In other news, the tomatoes are acoming, I've been managing WV's farmers market, which continues to continue despite a lack of produce and a preponderance of negativity, and my morning glories are clambering up the kitchen porch most pleasingly. I just can't grow container plants worth a damn.
Last, but not least, most of y'all know we've been looking high and low for a home of our own.
We finally found one:
TO BE CONTINUED...