(no title)

I talked to my sister for about 25 minutes last night and she said my mom asked if she had heard how I had been and her reply was, "I don't know...she hasn't blogged recently."

AH.

I'm so sorry.

But I did inform everyone that the reason I started this was because I am a horrible phone communicator. And in all honestly it probably shouldn't be called a blog at all, but rather, a photo diary or something. I am not a good writer and I tend to blab a lot. My grammar is definitely not up to par with probably even the average or even decent writer-- but ehhhhhh--- it'll have to do.

The weather has been too good recently that I just couldn't see a reason to be inside on the computer! And even when I did have a few minutes, I spent it making myself a cup of coffee or folding laundry. I did NOT spend it catching up on Downton Abbey, in case you were wondering.

All of last week--weekend-- was just glorious. The weather was high 60's and even into the mid 70's so needless to say we spent a lot of time outside collecting sticks, having picnics, killing weeds, taking walks, and running wild in the back yard. We even spent some quality time with our God-daughter, Colette, and had a little glimpse of what three would be like ( yaaaaaa....whoooooaaaaaaaa). I'm honestly sad to report that we really didn't do anything worth a good reason to jump on here and tell everyone about it... so that is why I didn't update you all on my ever so ordinary week.

We did have some pretty darn good picnics though, and I discovered Dunkin Donuts coffee--- and Damien told a few good stories.

His latest antic includes him stripping himself down to his birthday suit and wetting our garage floor while swaying side to side yelling " woohoooooo...." It was so funny I couldn't react quick enough so I just laughed and smiled through saying, "what do you think you're doing!!" His little buns then carried him into the bedroom where I found him squatting over my freshly laundered sheets saying, " I'm gonna poo on your covers!!!"

Damien has never tried to go to the bathroom anywhere other than the bathroom, so I was definitely wondering what had gotten into him--- but I couldn't think of anything except for the fact that he will be a three year old boy soon and everything has to be about bathroom humor.

I despise bathroom humor. Its gross. So naturally that had to be the one thing my child thinks is hilarious.

Let's just all hope that Owen's first sentence doesn't contain the word, poo.

Cheers :)