Slowly my depressive state is abating. It's been a sucky six months. But it can only get better, right? We had to bid adieu to our downtown abode, which is best for our little family anyway. We our now living with my folks, and my brother, my brother's lady, his son, his daughter ... two German shepherds, one chicken coop. No, I'm kidding about the chicken coop. Although, I told my Ma the living situation is similar to what one may find in Mexico, or a tenement in 1920s New York. I can only joke about it all, because I'm at that point. But at least I'm happy and most importantly, my hobbits are happy. I can buy salmon for dinner.
I'll be seeing you ...
I haven't been up for blogging lately. Obviously. I finally had my surgery. Thank God. Oh, do I have a gruesome photograph to share! Stretch marks and all. And my babies are growing up before my eyes. They need to slow down. The pictures above are merely two stolen moments from the last week. They already look different. For one, I cut August's overgrown bangs today. Poor man was getting a neck crick from having to look up so he could see. Bad mom. What's more, Liam has added new words to his vocabulary like "actually" and "heck." Bad mom.
