Jacob has a girlfriend. I think.
Or rather, his camp counselors think so.
Jacob has a girlfriend. I think.
Or rather, his camp counselors think so.
Mommy tells me that this week marks the one year anniversary of when she began exposing the seedy underbelly of our family. I mean “blogging”. (TO-MAY-TO, TO-MAH-TO.) Wow. One year. Or as I like to call it: HALF OF MY LIFE.
We are settling in to our new city. And new apartment. Overall, things are going well.
But, I never know where the knives are. Dan keeps moving them. We’ve only lived in this apartment for two weeks and he has already moved the block of wood that holds the knives THREE TIMES. Every time I wash a knife, I have no idea where to put it. I end up wandering around our teensy kitchen muttering to myself. While holding a knife. In short: I END UP LOOKING LIKE THE CRAZY ONE.
This week Emma started at her new daycare. So, last week we had a few trial runs. I brought her to visit twice so she could get to know the teachers. And the other kids. And start to become familiar with the routines.
It sort of worked.