Dear Journla...

...and thus summer passed as it were like unto a dream.  How sad.  Not a single thing to say about my kids or our adventures?  It is 12:21am and suddenly I am filled with guilt for not recording these precious times with my little ones which are, literally at times, just fleeing by like a dream.

When we moved to Texas Miles was only 21 months old.  Now the little one who was tucked snuggly in my womb at that time has now passed her second birthday and much more.  She is running and jumping and dancing and singing songs.  She counts two 13 and knows the ABCs.  She is very clever and very diva-esque.  She got a new pair of red cowboy boots this weekend and she thinks she's hot stuff.  Since I'm afraid it would break her little heart to be reading through blog books one day and see that her second birthday wasn't chronicled, I'll share some photos of my fair-haired and even fairer-skinned little angel here.  From her birthday.  Which was March 30th.  Almost five months ago.  Sigh.

Her favorite part of the day was when Batman came to her party.  Or maybe she didn't notice him.  But I thought it was pretty awesome.