breaking the silence


I haven't been here in a while, and in a lot of ways, I don't really care.  It rolls right off my back and hallelujah to that because more things don't.  Like the fact that Parker is two and still has no baby book.  Dear God, Woman!  What on Earth?!  Shout it out for real.  I'm okay with it because I do about once a week.  Makes me feel better.

While the silence has been good, the reality is for now this is my scrapbook, and I've missed filling up the pages of it with things like - what loose teeth look like.  He's got two on the bottom that he "wiggles", and they're beginning to turn sideways.  I have a feeling it won't be much longer.  Sniff.  Sniff.

Oh!  One more thing about this...I was trying something new with my settings, and he had had it.  His neck was "killlllling" him and I had taken "over ninety-nine pitures" (I really hadn't.) so to try to keep his attention, I asked him to show me his loose teeth.  Booyah!  Except for the fact that I cut off his hand.  But for those awl nat-ur-al baby blues...I can live with it! 

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