I’ve missed my own blog-aversary. Can you believe it? I started this thing on March 24, 2005. Almost exactly a month before Anna made her first appearance to an audience of adoring fans.

Now, for the cheese.

You’ll notice that I stopped doing the monthly letter to her thing. There was no specific reason for this, no conscious thought about it. Just stopped. I am keeping a written journal to the munchkin. Say, if I get hit by a bus or something. Then, she can read all about how absolutely wonderful I think she is.

Cause? I do.

When she’s a bruised, bathing beauty… When she’s a nut in her car seat…

When she’s learning how to pet (not hit) the doggies…

When we do goofy things and she eats it up.

 

Just like, ALL THE TIME, I think this kid is just the most incredible creature EVAH!

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P.S. My new washer. Anyone know anything about it? Good, bad, or indifferent I need to know!

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P.P.S. Mother: I go to the doctor. Once every seven years whether I need to or not! Bite me.