Well, here. We actually don't go anywhere.It's been a crazy summer, though, in a not-so-good way. Jim keeps coming soooo close to getting a job, but then - no job. I've been busy gestating, and whooboy. I'm much much better this go-round than the last time, but whooboy. I'm clearly starting to come out of the worst of it, though, so here I am again. I even cooked breakfast this morning! Yea me! And Jim is up for a job that would be great for him, so please hope/pray/send good energy our way.
But let's get right down to it, shall we? How, you ask, is Gwen?
Big. The girl is big, and she talks a mile a minute. She's very into Dora the Explorer, ballerinas, picnics, swimming, and princesses. She sings herself to sleep at night. Every dress she owns is a princess dress, and that's what she wants to wear (except this week. She's worn shorts 3 days in a row this week.) Her sandals, complete with flowers, are princess shoes, unless they're ballerina shoes.
And dancing. She's definitely into dancing, especially with her daddy. These pictures are from the last Aquarium trip. We were waiting to watch a play.
Big. The girl is big, and she talks a mile a minute. She's very into Dora the Explorer, ballerinas, picnics, swimming, and princesses. She sings herself to sleep at night. Every dress she owns is a princess dress, and that's what she wants to wear (except this week. She's worn shorts 3 days in a row this week.) Her sandals, complete with flowers, are princess shoes, unless they're ballerina shoes.
And dancing. She's definitely into dancing, especially with her daddy. These pictures are from the last Aquarium trip. We were waiting to watch a play.
I just like this one. Because she's pretty.
More updates to come, I promise.
