What a week. A little update of all of the stuff swirling about...
Baby raccoons have been safely carted away by mummy and relocated to a nearby hollow tree. Mummy is approximately the size of a german shepherd.
I miss Kat. She comes back from the sand and sun in a couple of days. Our dear friend got married there! Weeeee. I'm sure she looked like a supermodel for the big day... can't wait to hear all about it and peruse pics.
Another friend got engaged last week - we've all been waiting for this for a while. Very exciting!
My dearest girl from the land of the west has 7 weeks left until my god daughter comes wailing out into the world. Can't wait to drink wine with my friend and kiss that wee baby. I have been slowly collecting up lovely and adorable baby things for her. I may have to spoil this tot a wee bit. Her older sister - and one of the most adorable children in the universe- had surgery yesterday, is home now and was a very brave gal. So proud of my Tater-tot.
My parents are the proud new owners of a lovely 40 foot Caliber. They will use the afore mentioned floating house to leave me next year...sobbing on shore waving pitifully and holding up their grandchildren in a vain attempt to make them turn around and come back. ;-)
Spartan is still my hero. I am so very heart burstingly proud of this man. It is 7.43 weeks till we run away to a tropical island... where I will insist we build a tree house and never return. I can't wait.
Six year old quote of the week;
My mother says to Roo, "You can run, but you can't hide..."
Roo says..."I can hide. But you can't run."